FelchingPisser

I learned this at the bathhouse, too. We are so lucky that we don't have just one 'type' of man to whom we are attracted.

Near Home—June, 2024 My trip home from Tennessee was the exact opposite of my trip down: it was smooth sailing all the way. I started to drive early in the day and stopped as the sun really started to bake my front seat. I had no delays, not even much highway construction. I got home by noon on Tuesday. I thought I wouldn’t be ready for more sex for a little while. I had taken Sunday off—even as Fornication Weekend wound up. And both my driving days. But by Wednesday I was ready. I went to the newly remodeled theatre in my oldest haunt, curious as to how men were settling into the new space… There are a number of men here. I sit against the long wall, where I can turn to either the straight video or switch to the gay one on the opposite wall. There are half a dozen men here. And one, sitting opposite to me is getting a blow job. The guy sucking didn’t even pause with the opening of the door. (My kind of sucker!) Two men are watching and stroking themselves. I pull mine out. Rock hard. I add just a hint of lube so my hand glides over my erection. I realize that sucking dick, after the marathon fuckings of the long weekend, is exactly what I want. I am just about to get up and make my move, when… “Look who’s here.” I am so taken with the idea of a cock in my mouth I didn’t bother to look who’d just walked in. It’s the man who finally took two inches of me in his ass and swore he had it all the way in. He is handsome, maybe in his 40’s, his ebony skin shining from the reflected light of the two screens. He sits down next to me and instantly his hand is around my hard cock. He jerks me for a bit, not pleased with the sheen of lube on me. But he gets on his knees and sucks my cock. His way. His fist around the shaft leaving a couple of inches for him to ‘suck.’ Which for him means lick. Occasionally he ovals up and sinks down on the few inches not in his hand. Over and over. It feels good. At first. It quickly grows monotonous. As he begins, I stroke his shoulder or his closely cropped hair. Soon, I watch the other blowjob. The guy shoots soon enough with a grunt and a grimace. The sucker swallows and moves to the next guy who’s stroking. The cock I was aiming for… I suggest we take a break. But he doesn’t stop. He is between my legs as the second guy across from me shoots down the sucker’s throat. The marathon sucker instantly goes for number three. And gets the last man off in a millisecond. The guy stands, looks at me and licks his lips. And leaves. We are alone. Now, my sucker takes a break. Did he know what I wanted to do? We chat. The door opens. A very large Black man comes in. I know him, too. He is always an eager sucker—and guys know he gives good head. He sits right next to me. Instantly, my suck-just-the-head guy is back on his knees. The large guy shrugs and strips naked. He is soon sucking a new arrival, a young white man half his age. And taking the load. The door opens. It is a hot white daddy. Likely early 50’s. His wedding ring glints in the ambient light. He sits a few chairs away from me, far away from the naked man licking the young man’s cock clean. Surprisingly, the white daddy takes out his cock and strokes to what is happening to me. He watches intently as my sucker ovals up and takes just my big helmet head into his mouth. The straight movie changes. It is one of those really forcefully fucks by James Deen and a very sub-ish woman. White Daddy is all about that. He turns his attentions avidly to Mr. Deen putting the young woman through her fist anal sex scene. The guy on my dick takes a second break. He can’t watch the on-screen rutting to our left. He looks at the cute Yugoslavian college kids frolicking in a Bavarian swimming pool, instead. His hand stays firmly wrapped around my cock—likely afraid his larger rival will make a move for it. The James Deen scene ends with a massive cum shot on the young woman’s face. White Daddy turns his attention back to the room. I idly wonder if White Daddy is horny enough to let the bigger cocksucker do him… My head sucker is back on his knees. I need more of me in his mouth. I stand up and fuck the his face. He is totally unprepared for this. I am good, I just give him a couple of more inches to deal with, knowing he can’t possible take all of me. His eyes widen, but to his credit, he takes it. White Daddy stands up and moves to us. He stands next to us. I know I can’t move my sucker’s head to his cock. Instead, I cup the big, hairy balls of White Daddy with my free hand—the other one is holding my sucker in line for my thrusting. He groans at the human touch. My sucker has had enough. He pulls away and gets up, heading to the bathroom. “If you hold my balls like that, I’ll cum.” Instead of pulling away, I go to my knees. And swallow him. “I’m gonna…” and he pulls abruptly out of my mouth. “I swallow.” Magic words. The guy pushes his dripping dick deep into my throat. I suck for a moment—before he begins firing off his pent-up load. His gut wrenching orgasm goes on for a good minute. I am licking him clean as my head sucker returns from the bathroom. He knows I love to suck—but he can’t stand to see me do it. He turns on his heel and leaves. White Daddy holds onto my shoulder. When his cock runs dry, and I have cleaned up two stray drops oozing out of his large piss slit, he gives my shoulder a squeeze and does himself up. The naked man looks at my cock, but somehow, after all that shallow sucking, I don’t want anything more, even better and deeper. Making dinner seems the better option—and I button up and go home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Back to My Home Away From Home July 14, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 It was Saturday, the day of the big sex party. I got to the campground just before noon. I lucked into finding a parking spot in the shade(!) and in a place that would save me a lot of steps in hauling the sling up to the pavilion. I checked in and visited with Ric at the Fornication information booth, comparing notes about the weekend. Eventually, I went up to see Ray give his tutorial about bottoming. He had snagged a content creator, who I had met as we stuffed the goody bags on that first day, to be the bottom spokesperson. He was relaxed and fun. But if there is one thing I know, it’s how to get into an ass. I kept nodding in agreement with the two presenters. But it was, of course, hot to watch Ray fuck an attractive man half his age… I also attended a BDSM Forum hosted by Sir Kirk and Matt Coven. It was great to see how the two, who had very different approaches, also had areas in which they were in total agreement (consent). And each was respectful of the other’s point of view...you know, how it’s supposed to be… I did not hear the second section of the forum as I’d agreed to conduct video interviews about the Fornication Weekend experience. We ended up on David-SF’s porch, to get us out of the sun. I talked with the keynote speaker, Daddy Rod and then pornster, Allen Silver. (Those of you with long reading histories with me will remember he was part of a group the Professor put together for a motel play session. I reminded him of where we met…and I loved that his eyes lit up at the memory of our intense fuck, so many years ago…) Ric just kept sending me men to interview, so we had a wonderful mix of content creators and regular guys sharing their thoughts. I ate dinner—and then it was time to get the sling up to the pavilion. As I carried the poles through the crowded pool area, I saw Allen Silver talking with David-SF. I went over to thank David for the use of his porch. Allen mentioned to David how I knew him. David told me he had his own history with the Professor, which he told me with a mix of lurid sexual detail and true regret for his passing. I set up the sling. I set it so I could see into the pavilion and watch the other action. Ray liked this idea and moved one of his slings so whoever was at it could do the same. I went off with another camper to bring his sling over, so there would be five total. Ray had me set it up so it was half outside, so you could choose to fuck under the stars. I also found the thick piece of cardboard brought in for Mack during the bukkake. I placed it under the front of the frame to save my knees from the sharp gravel covering this area when I went to rim. I went off and had some down time, not really napping, but just prepping myself for the long night ahead. I arrived, back at the pavilion with my water bottle and lube and checked in. They took the shot of the performers at the top of this post…and the guys began filtering in… “So how does this work?” I am looking at the twenty or so men who are milling around. Only one man is down on his knees, sucking NutsDeepBB. I turn and find a handsome blond bear standing next to me. He is naked but for a blue jock. I ask him what he means. “Is there a time limit per fuck?” I assure him we fuck as much as we want—and that I’m not one of the performers. I don’t know if they have rules. “You look like a performer to me,” he smiles, jumping into the sling. I kneel, already thankful for the cardboard. The man groans as my tongue connects with his furry hole. Instantly, others show up to watch. I lick. I spit. I stand and fuck. Relishing the first ass of the evening. The Bear’s eyes are closed and the look of pleasure on his face beatific. I pick up speed. “Look at him take that cock.” This makes the Bear open his eyes. He is surprised by the audience. And pleased, as hands reach out and stroke his furry chest. I fuck him a little longer than usual. I let him determine the length of the fuck—and he soon asks for a break. I get him out. A much younger man is ready. An eager cub. He loves that I rim him. “I never get guys to do that…” he murmurs. I can’t fathom fucking without getting to know the hole first. And his one is covered in downy reddish-blond hairs. He takes my cock like a champ. The camper with the furry chest, who was my first fuck of the amateur shoot is eager for more. We lock eyes and I rail him hard. Men wait patiently around the sling for their turn. Some stroke, some knead their bulge. Some play with the nipples of the man currently in the sling. I don’t ever feel rushed—just intent on giving them pleasure they will remember. I take a water break after maybe eight men. David-SF is suddenly at my side. “Will you fuck me tonight?” “Of course.” PIC He grins. And goes to his knees and sucks my wet dick. It’s a brief suck. But we kiss afterwards and he takes off, to go man the far sling. I get the next man into mine. He asks to suck me before I fuck. I move to the side and give him my cock. Then my tongue in his ass…and my cock. Four or five men later, David-SF returns. “Eat my ass.” He grabs the sling poles and bends over. I rim his hole. He’s taken at least one cock tonight. I groan and tongue him deep. In moments, he turns, pulls me up and kisses me. And leaves. I fuck three or four more men. They are blurring a little now. But I can’t help it, the numbers here are so high. I move to help the man currently in it to get out. “Nope, I’ll stay here to see who else I can get.” I start to explain that this is not a Fornication sling, but give up. I just wander away. I need the break. “Charles, right?” It’s odd to hear my porn name. Out of the gloom around the edges of the pavilion, Rusty Taylor moves towards me, obviously taking a break from the fucking himself. He pulls me into an embrace. We kiss. Long and hot. I had seen him last year, but we’d not played. Now he is hunkered down sucking my cock. He does it very well. I return the favor. PIC He pulls me up. “Would you fuck me? I’ve really wanted you…” There is no easier way to get me into your ass than to say something like that. We move to my sling. I firmly evict the man who stayed (and got no others takers.) Rusty gets in. I sink down and eat his meaty ass. I know he’s been topping like crazy tonight, but his hole is wet. I make it wetter. For a long time. I fuck him. I bend to kiss him once more, my dick still lodged in his ass. When I straighten up, Cooper Ray is there. He wants a turn up Rusty. I tell him sure, but I want to suck his cock when he pulls out. PIC He grins at me and moves into place. He fucks Rusty with that gorgeous uncut cock. Other men are licking Rusty’s chest, tweaking his nipples. I stand to the side and watch Cooper fuck. He pulls out and I am on my knees. He moans as I clean his dick, using lots of tongue under his long foreskin. He finally playfully pushes me off and face plants me in Rusty’s wet ass. I rim him and fuck him once more before I let him get back to his official duties… * The crowd is now huge. Some have left after they shoot, but many more have taken their place. I get the oldest man I’ve fucked yet out of the sling. He hugs me and gives me a kiss. David is at my side. “I have got to blow a load. The Trimix is making me so hard it’s hurting.” I ask how he wants to do that. He kneels on the cardboard and takes me into his mouth. He beats his cock as he gives me some excellent head. In moments, he bellows out his orgasm. His body spasms with each spurt. He stands, kisses me and is gone. The cardboard is covered in his jizz… I wonder if I’ve missed my chance to fuck him. * I continue the rotation of men through my sling. In the sling half under the stars, I see Killian Knox get fucked. I would like to be there—but I am balls deep in a hot daddy. I fuck him—until he shoots. I help him out. A very young man is next. “Fuck me just like that.” I try—but he doesn’t blow a load. But he leaves very happy, stooping to slurp on my cock, straight out of his ass. The crowd thins slightly. I have a minute or two down time. “Wanna fuck?” I turn. It’s David. He hops in the sling. His erection is still as strong as ever thanks to the injection. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. When I can finally pull myself away, I stand up and lean in for a kiss. It’s lingering. “Use me, Daddy,” he breathes. My cock sinks into him for the first time. Our eyes are locked on each other. I watch the expression on his face. The pure joy of my cock deep inside him. Finally, I begin to actually move. I fuck him. Slowly. Long strokes. I will myself to not speed up—and I don’t until… “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please…” I let go. I am fucking him hard enough to make the sling frame sway and creak. We are mostly alone. A few men stop for a moment, but the crowd is thinning faster now. I am glad to do this without distraction. “What would get you off?” he asks. “This…” A man in his early 40’s shows up. He’s been in my sling before. “Can you do me once more?” David nods and motions for me to do the other man. He gets out of the sling without my help. He pulls me to him. “I am going to go get loaded for you…” And he’s gone again. I fuck the returnee. He strokes himself to orgasm as I fuck. I mop up his load and smear it on my cock. David is back. All smiles. “I have just what we need…” How did he know that? He jumps in. I kneel. His ass is dripping with cum. There is cum on my cock. Soon enough, the loads mix. But first, I savor his dripping ass, felching and groaning out my pleasure. I stand up and sink into him. We kiss briefly. Guys are now picking up the mostly deserted pavilion, but we are still fucking. Lost in our own pleasure. In moments, it’s my turn to howl out my pleasure, shooting deep, filling David with my own creamy, pent-up load… * One last moment. After the party on Saturday, I tossed my empty lube bottle in my bag. I added the sling chains and stirrups and rolled the sling up. I wanted to take them to the car, so they weren’t outside all night. It wasn’t heavy, but I was exhausted—and elated. Adding to David-SF’s ass full of cum had been the perfect ending for me. Our sex had been explosive—but there was that intangible something extra about it, too. I started to trudge up the hill to my car. There he was, naked but for his jock and boots. David grabbed me. And just held on. I must have dropped my bag, for my arms went around him. We kissed. Lightly. Then deeply. I murmured a “Thank you.” He nodded. Then whispered in my ear: “It’s all about connection…” ******* Left to right in the group picture above Rick Kelson X: www.twitter.com/Rick_KelsonOFC IG: the realrickkelson JFF: RickKelsonXXX OF: RickKelsonXXX RFC: rickkelson Rusty Taylor X: www.twitter.com/XRustyTaylorX IG: xrustytaylorx JFF: xrustytaylorx OF: xrustytaylorx NutsDeepBB X: www.twitter.com/NutsDeepBB JFF: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/NutsdeepBB TIM: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://timfuck.treaureislandmedia.com/men27849 Ray Dalton X: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://www.twitter.com/RayDaltonXXX IG: @RayDaltonX JFF: @RayDaltonXXX David-SF X: www.x.com/David_SFXXX IG: @davidworld.me JFF: @David_sfxxx OF: @David_sfxxx Sir Kirk X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk IG: @The_Sir_Kirk JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk OF: @The_Sir_Kirk Killian Knox X: www.x.comKnoxKillian IG: believeitorknox OF: knox1knox JFF: killianknox The original, with some pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Five: The Fornication Party July 10, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 Friday was another hot day. I stayed at the motel for the morning and wrote up the post which became Hitting the Target. After hitting the publish button, I made some tea and went to the campground. I was hydrating as there was a piss party scheduled in the shower area near the pool. It ended up being cancelled, which was just as well; no matter how hard I tried to hydrate, it all came out in sweat with the temperatures in the high eighties, touching 90 by mid-afternoon. In the afternoon, I went to a lecture/discussion on, among other things, consent. But my mind was on the upcoming amateur shoot later that day. It had been fun last year, but with all the content creators around I was expecting it to be even better this year. I showed up at the pavilion tent just before 5pm to get the paper work done. I stripped down to boots and jock. Three slings were set up. There were three camera men, one of whom was one of my campground fans. It was a great assortment of men as you can see from the picture. A few pointers were given to us about things like hand placement so as not to get in the way of the shot, etc. And we began, with Ray egging us on… I make instant eye contact with one of the men I fucked last year. He’s one of the guys who was glad to see me when I arrived on Wednesday. We grab the farthest sling. He jumps in and I kneel, my tongue finding his hole. He is in good shape, with a wonderfully furry chest, and a jock with a string tie. I lube up as I eat him out. He moans—and I stand up. His friend is right there with the camera. I enter him, just my big flared head popping into his wet hole. I wait a second…and inch in. “Fuck me!” I begin, slowly, to fuck in and out. In moments his hole is ready for a faster fuck. I am soon slamming into him, making the sling frame squeak. I lock eyes with him and keep up the pace. I can see the effect of each of my fuck strokes in his face. He keeps nodding, which makes me fuck a little harder still. I glance around. All three slings are busy. In the middle one I see Sir Kirk working over Robbie Prescott. I make a mental note I want Robbie’s ass before the day is done. There are also men doing oral behind us—others watch the action happening in the slings. It is a wonderful carnal energy. I fuck a little longer. I finally slap his ass and help him out of the sling. Logan Grant is right there watching us. He hops in. I eat his hole, I think taking him by surprise that I’m rimming. He groans, telling me how good it feels. I stand up and slide into him. His eyes widen as my full length stretches him open. Our eyes lock. I love looking into them as I fuck. Another guy beats his hard cock on Logan’s hairy chest as I fuck… * I relinquish the sling to a younger top and his bottom. I move around. I find Frank Bottoms, in the sling at the other end. Someone has just pulled out of his ass, leaving it very wet. He nods to me and I go to my knees and lick out his ass. He moans and calls me a dirty pig. I love his ‘high mileage’ hole. It has seen a lot of cock in it—which makes my cock even harder as I take his pronounced ass lips into my mouth. I spit some of his juices back into him and stand up. Frank loves my cock. He moans and tells me to keep on fucking him. My hands find his ample pecs. I work his nipples as my cock rams into him. I pull out and let another man take over on Frank. Sir Kirk has left Robbie panting in the middle sling. I move in. I am eating his hole before Robbie even knows I’m there. He moans. He smiles as I stand up and enter him. It’s a talented ass. He squeezes down on me in a welcoming way—and lets it go slack as I begin to fuck into him. He has a wonderfully expressive face, letting me know just how much he loves my dick inside him. I fuck and fuck—and stop only as I see there are other men eager to get into him. I spot what I believe to be a couple. They are likely my age. The top, in his cowboy hat, is fucking his well-maintained partner. This hot blond is bent over, holding onto the poles of a sling frame. I have seen other men taking a turn in the blond as Cowboy Hat strokes to it. I go over. CH is plowing into him. I nod. He pulls out. I clean his cock. He grins and says “He wants your dick…” I don’t need to be asked twice. I push into the well-used hole. He grunts his approval of my cock. Cowboy Hat watches every stroke, working his own dick. I fuck him hard—my hips slapping into his full ass. The noise fills the pavilion. I know we must be getting close to the end. Other guys have shot and dropped out. I wouldn’t mind loading this ass. Cowboy Hat moves in—he wants to fuck the blond again. “You really opened him up,” he smiles as he sinks into the blond… * I move to the middle sling. Robbie is still there, but he is now face down in it, still fully supported by the sling, with his knees wrapped around the straps. It looks uncomfortable, but he seems to love it—just as much as the young man fucking him incredibly hard. I am joined by the first guy I railed. He leans against the sling stand, watching Robbie, his ass jutting out for me to use. I fuck him, also watching Robbie be take the guy’s dick. In moments, the young man in Robbie is cumming. His body shakes with every spurt. I tell Robbie to stay there. My camp follower on camera is right beside us as I begin to felch the load. He even touches my head so I can pull back and give the viewers a better look at the cum dripping out of Robbie. I stand up. I know this is just what I need. “You gonna breed me, too…? whispers Robbie. I grunt out an affirmative. My dick is pushing into the wet jizz I didn’t lick out. My dick thrusts sound very wet. I fuck. Hard and fast. I pull out to taste the frothed cum. The moment my tongue touches it, I know I’m ready to breed. I stand back up and sink as deep as possible into slim little Robbie. My cock fires off a load that doesn’t seem to stop… * Ray has said to check his X feed for where the edited video will be: [think before following links] http://twitter.com/RayDaltonXXX Frank Bottoms X: www.x.comBlackGayBooty_1 T: [think before following links] http://twitter.com/FrankBottomsXXX IG: @FrankBottoms_1 JFF: @FrankBottomsXXX OF: @FrankBottomsXXX Logan Grant aka Dreidel X: www.x.com/LoganGrantXXX IG: The_Logan_Grant JFF: logangrantxxx Robbie Prescott X: www.twitter.com/RobbiePrescott1 IG: @RobbiePrescott JFF: Robbie Prescott OF: Robbie Prescott Sir Kirk’s info is on an earlier post. The original post, with pictures of us, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot July 8, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 My Thursday adventures were not done with the Bukakke. It was very hot by the afternoon. I found shade, away from the constant noise of the pool. That it happened to be near the playroom under the bar was purely coincidental. But no one else ventured in that direction. So, I read. I may have even dozed. I wanted to be ready to fuck again. pic GangBangGuys was doing another shoot on Thursday evening that would use anyone interested in fucking Aaron Evans. I was. I love the camaraderie of the tops in a gangbang. The visual of so many dicks waiting their turn. The tops stroking themselves or each other as we watch the main event. There are two schools of gangbangs in my experience. And I like one way more than the other. Let me explain. If there are five of us fucking a hungry bottom, I don’t really care for the idea that the first guy just fucks until he cums. Then number 2 goes in and so on. I much prefer a few strokes in the hot hole and rotate quickly through the entire group of tops. Again and again until the unloading starts. It keeps everyone involved quicker (and constantly) and the focus is on the bottom, not some other hot guy waiting his turn along with you. Near the appointed start time, I went to one of the newly constructed bungalows by the camp entrance. It was tiny. There was no way a group of us could stand around the bed and give the camera operator room to move. The crowd was also sparse at the moment. Mack Mahoney, all cleaned up from the bukkake, was there, eager to show his versatile side. As was tatted muscle hunk Michael Roman. And me. Aaron was inside with the director/cameraman. We got our orders. Strip outside and no more than three of us in at a time. We did just that. The director points to me, as I’m fully hard. “You want to go first…?” I step behind Aaron, who is on all fours on the bed. “I’m preloaded from this afternoon,” he murmurs. The camera comes up, catching me looking at his full, hairy ass. I go to my knees and lick up a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. I force myself to stop rimming and felching. I stand up to fuck. My hard cock slaps his wet hole, making a hot squishy sound. I sink inside him Aaron groans—not having a clue who I am or what size I am. I fuck him. Starting slow and long. The camera is there to catch my full length pulling out of his hot butt with each stroke. I glance to my right. Mack and Michael are idly playing with each other and are now rock hard. I focus back on Aaron and speed up my fucking. He feels so wet with who knows how many loads already in him. But even that is not going to get me off this fast. I pull out. “Your turn.” Mack is right there. His cock pushes into Aaron. I stroke mine constantly. I want to get myself ready to cum. I watch Mack increase his speed. He’s panting and he is going to shoot. He pulls out and erupts all over the Aarons hairy ass crack. He mops some up with his sensitive cock head and pushes it inside. Michael looks at me and I gesture for him to go ahead. Michael uses the remaining cum on Aaron’s ass for lube. He enters him rather forcefully. The camera plays over his muscled torso and down to his cock plowing the wet hole. Michael puts his left foot up on the bed, plowing him even deeper. Aaron is moaning almost constantly now. I watch Michael’s face. He’s close. You can see it in his eyes and the tenseness of his body. With a bellow, he shoots deep inside Aaron. He stays in him for a moment, and then slowly pulls out. A mini-waterfall of semen trickles out of Aaron. The camera catches it all. Michael and Mack go outside. I move behind Aaron. The cum oozing out of his ass is the perfect trigger for me. I kneel behind him. I lick up the cum, being careful to not plaster my face against his wet ass like I would in real life. I lick and swallow and moan deep in my throat. Aaron whimpers. I lick and spit a mouthful of Mack and Micheal’s cum on Aaron’s hole. I stand and push it into him with my cock. My dick is making the hottest, wet and squishy sounds with each stroke. My leg goes up on the bed, too. I want to be as deep as possible in his hot, wet ass. My pubes are covered in who knows how many men’s cum as they grind against his ass. I feel my orgasm rise. I want to pull out and cover his hole. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I push every inch into him and unload deep in his guts. The camera catches it all. I pull out slowly. The trickle of cum leaking out of Aaron is now a waterfall… * I get dressed outside as Aaron takes a water break. After his cumshot, Mack had been busy recruiting men up by the pool. They are trooping down the dusty drive to the bungalow. One of them was Dane Hardon, who I had so much fun with last summer. We embraced and told each other we need to fuck again this weekend. (He is in demand with the content creators here this year and it never happens.) And a fun fact from Mack—the guy who I shot all but simultaneous loads with at the bukkake, had come back to give him a second one during that long shoot. And now, here he is, stripping and about to load Aaron. Oh, to be young again…. Aaron Evans X: www.x.com/AaronEvansXXX IG: @aaron.evans90 JFF: @AaronEvansXXX Mack Mahoney (See the last Post for his info) Michael Roman (Not in my list from Ray) Dane Hardon X: www.x.com/TFDane1 X: www.X.com/DaneHardon IG: @danehardonx OF: tfdane1 The original, with the poster for the event, pics and twitter of the porn guys I played with, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Three: The Gangbang July 5, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 Thursday was the first official day for Fornication Weekend. I had a lazy morning at my motel. I made notes about yesterday and read a little. I intended to arrive at the campground at 11, right as registration opened. I did just that, after finally finding parking. I made my way to the office, dodging the vendors as they set up a tented booth by the entrance. I rounded the corner of the office. The pool was packed with naked men of every age and description, some here for the day, some here for the weekend. I got my day pass on the computer (thankful for the fan who had showed me how yesterday.) I moved to the Fornication booth to sign in there, too. I was ready to flash my Fornication ticket, feeling proud I had figured out how to get it downloaded to my phone. I didn’t need it. I was checked in and handed my own bag of sponsor goodies—one of the ones I helped stuff yesterday. The first true event on the agenda was a GangBangGuys shoot—a bukkake of content creator Mack Mahoney. (He had helped with the goodie bags yesterday—and it had taken me a little time to figure out that the cute guy opening the folded bags I had just stamped with the logo, was potentially going to be covered with my jizz the next day.) I stayed and chatted with Ric, the event coordinator for a bit, seeing if there was anything I could do to be helpful. Just before noon I went up the hill to read my book. I sat on the steps that lead up to the camp bar. This is also the building where the camp play area is located. I had seen it yesterday with one of my fans who’d met me as I signed in. He’d shown me some improvements he wanted to make to the place. It was still a dark, dank room under the balcony of the bar. It had a sling, fuck bench and a few gloryholes. A television showing porn was running. There were a few low platforms on which to sit or fuck. Before I sat to eat, I had checked if anyone was inside it. The place was deserted. I read and realized I was being cruised by a half-naked, very hairy, bear down the hill. He came over and we chatted. He looks very much like my f-bud Kieran, the married cocksucker. And this guy wanted the same thing—to get that bulge in my khaki shorts hard and swallowed down his throat. I told him I was about to shoot a video and needed my cum. He volunteered to help. “What do they call it? Fluffing. I could be your fluffer.” I told him if he wanted to suck on me for a bit, that would be great. I just won’t be giving him a load. He agreed. We went into the play area. He was already shirtless. He stepped out of his shorts, naked and hard. I did the same—so I was in boots and a jock. He knelt and took me in his mouth. I hardened up—and choked him. He was delighted. He sucked, he licked my balls, he deep throated my full length. We moved so he could sit on one of the platforms. I just let him suck me while he jerked his own diminutive cock. He had a very talented mouth. He begged for my cum. I reminded him what I had told him. As it was close to 1pm, I got dressed and headed up to the pavilion on the hill behind the pool… The shoot is setting up. There is a hot man asking the knot of a dozen men or so who wants to participate. I have brought two forms of ID, thinking they will need them. They don’t. The guy simply separates us into two groups: those who want to be filled from the waist down and those that don’t mind showing their faces. I am in the second group. I strip down to jock and boots and wristband, swigging from my water bottle. The producer is the camera man. He is talking to Mack about how to start. The ground here has been covered with gravel. Mack has knee pads and thinks he will be fine. And it is certainly a better solution than the ugly piece of thick cardboard they have found as a potential kneeling spot. Sir Kirk arrives with a padded bench. They decide to use it later. “Let’s start with those who will be showing their face.” Four of us line up. Sir Kirk is in this group. He is dressed in a variation of his uniform most of the weekend. The cod piece is gone and his large cock is hard and ready. There is also a very hot, tatted man in his 50’s, with massive arms. He is naked but for shoes. A mostly naked younger man, in his 30’s, rampant and ready, stands next to me. Mack kneels in front of us. He is in a designer jock. His glorious ass is perfectly framed. And off limits. The camera starts on his butt and pans upwards. The four of us all take a step closer to him. Sir Kirk is first in his mouth. Sir Kirk is very vocal adding to the heat of the moment. Mack takes him. Hungrily. In moments, Massive Arms moves in and replaces Sir Kirk in his mouth. Mack sucks—and spends some time on his tight balls, licking and spitting. Mack pulls off him and leans towards me. He is eager to taste my drooling cock. I let him set his own speed. But I can’t resist grabbing the sides of his head and face fucking him. I pull out and my hand touches the shoulder of the young man who hasn’t had any attention yet, urging him towards Mack. Mack devours him and the young man groans out his pleasure. The semi-circle gets a little tighter, always leaving room for the camera man. Mack takes all us in sequence once again. The bench is moved into place by Sir Kirk. Mack lies down, his head over the end of the bench. Sir Kirk fucks his gaping mouth. Mack is moaning, as the big cock plunders him. Sir Kirk grunts—and shoots, covering Mack’s face and mouth. Sir Kirk wipes up the cum on Mack’s cheek with his spent dick and gets it into Mack’s greedy mouth. This really excites Massive Arms. He moves in to fuck Mack’s mouth. He mutters something—and in moments is firing off the second load on Mack’s handsome face. Mack cleans his cock—wanting every drop of his jizz. As the two spent men step away, Cooper Ray moves in. I have my cock in Mack’s mouth, but I step aside so the new man can have a turn in Mack. His long, uncut cock snakes down Mack’s throat. The young man replaces Cooper. He fucks Mack’s mouth and throat. He is close. He pulls out and let’s me take another turn. “I’m gonna shoot.” I pull out and the young man shoots his seed all over Macks’s wet face. I am actually close. I do a quick pump and erupt. The young man’s last spurt hits at the same time as mine starts. Mack catches all the spewing seed. I use my super sensitive cock to mop it into his mouth. He takes a moment to clean every drop of jizz from my still drooling dick… * The shoot went on with the next set of men. I signed Mack’s GangBangGuys T-shirt, as he wanted the signatures of all the men who gave him loads. I reminded Sir Kirk to sign—and told him how hot his exposed ass was as he bent to add his signature. He graciously allowed me to lick it… I went off and had my lunch. They were still filming when I was done. I have no idea how many men shot… * Below are the platforms the content creators in this post use. It is possible that Massive Arms is a content creator, too. If anyone sees the video and knows who he is, I will be happy to add his info to this post… Mack Mahoney X: mackmahoneyxxx IG: yungfaithhealer JFF: mackmahoneyxxx OF: mackmahoneyxxx Sir Kirk X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk IG: @The_Sir_Kirk JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk OF: @The_Sir_Kirk Cooper Ray X: www.twitter.com/CooperRayXXX IG: @cooperrayx JFF: @cooperrayxxx OF: @cooperrayxxx The original, with pictures to go with the links to the performers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Two: The Bukakke July 3, 2024

I do the same thing with my leather wristband. It works.

There was a seminary near the bathhouse I attended early on. Seminarians flocked to it, to let off steam. In the 1990's, there were just old mattresses on the second floor of the place, the perfect orgy/dark rooms. The seminarians were always up there, never in the single rooms. On a Saturday night, you would find a dozen men on each mattress, rutting in the dark, filling any hole at hand--and some of those men were certainly expected in church in a few hours. I had my cock up many a man of the cloth in training...

Home—June, 2024 So, it was time for Fornication Weekend. With the drive I had to make, it really became Fornication Week. I packed the car on Monday night, June 17. This year I was at a hotel 19 miles from the campground (the closest city with better motels.) I had made my reservations a little later this year, and by the time I knew I could go, all the lodging at the camp was full. And I wasn’t spending the weekend roasting in my tent. I packed my tea kettle, books, lube, two sets of boots and jocks along with the usual clothes, etc. I took the sling. I put the rimseat in the car—and then took it out again. I’d barely used it last year and I wanted to travel a little lighter. I was up early and hit the road before 9 am on the 18th. Today I was headed to Lexington, KY, a little over half way there. The drive was easy. But hot. We were just starting that week of higher than usual June temperatures. I got to Lexington in the middle of the afternoon. Hot and tired. I had chosen Lexington because it had a bookstore…and I knew that a day of driving to a sex event would likely make me randy… Lexington, KY—June, 2024 The video store is easy to fine—basically on the same street as my hotel. I go in. They have both an arcade and a theatre. I choose the theatre, of course. It is small. Three rows of very comfortable seats on the left. And a leather couch on the right. There are two chairs against the back wall on the side of the couch. I sit in the middle row of seats. The porn is adequate and straight. I idly wonder, with only the one room, if they have an all-male day on some day of the week. I take my cock out. A man comes in. He looks to be half my age. He sits at the back behind the couch. I hear his zipper open. He glances around and suddenly sees me. He literally gasps in surprise. “I am so sorry,” he stutters as he stands, trying to stuff his package back in his pants and zip it up at the same time. “I will leave you to it.” He is out the door, letting it bang behind him. I stroke. The video gets better. The door opens again. A different man comes in. He is likely my age or a little younger. He nods. I nod. He unzips and takes out his cock. I can’t really see it. He makes a comment on the dick up on the screen. I agree with him. A long pause. “You need help with that big dick?” “Sure…” He comes and sits next to me. He’s really very handsome, dark blond hair—still full on his head, his forearms and, with his open shirt, his chest. He reaches for my dick. I am anticipating the clench and pull, that men so often do, but his hand encircles me gently. It feels great. He strokes. He adds some spit. It feels even better. I can see the ache in his eyes. He is struggling on whether to suck me or not. He gives in. He leans down and takes me into his mouth. He groans. A groan that almost turns into a whimper. He pulls off me. Panting. He goes to his knees to get a better angle. And he begins to suck me in earnest. I ruffle his hair and tell him he’s doing a good job. And he is. Not superlative, but very nice. He is definitely cock hungry. “Lick my balls.” He does. For a brief second. He can’t stay off the shaft. And my cock head, which is beginning to drip. “Let me know when you’re going to shoot…” He’s one of those—he is now spitting to the side regularly. If he won’t swallow my precum, he certainly won’t take my load. Any chance I might have shot a load quickly recedes. And his knees are soon tired. He gets up. Thanks me. And leaves. I stay another thirty minutes, but no one else arrives. I decide the Dutch crime drama I have been watching on PBS Passport will be a better use of my evening… FLYER Bull’s Gap, TN—June, 2024 I leave earlier the next day. I am making great time. Until The traffic stops dead. There is an accident and it shuts down I-75 for a full hour as it covers both southbound lanes. I sit in the now baking heat. We eventually get going, but I don’t hit a normal road speed until I get well into Tennessee. I find the hotel easily. It’s even better than I expected and will be worth the commute into the campground. I unpack, relax for bit, and decide to see if I can if I can help with the set up at the campground. Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 It takes really no time at all to get the few extra miles to Timberfell. Parking is crowed—but I eventually find a place. I head to the pool area. It is quite full. Men of every age, but skewing younger this year with all the content creators. I check in with Ray Dalton’s right-hand man, Ric, the event coordinator. It being the day before it all starts, he doesn’t have our check-in materials yet. I step over to the new automated system to buy my campground day pass. I have three resident campers surround me. They remember me from last year—which makes me smile. “Hello, Mr.Wolfe.” (He actually remembered my porn name??!!) “Glad you’re back…” says the second. “Let me show you how this goes…it’s tricky.” (He’s right. I am glad the third man shows me how to register—as I’ll have to do it daily this year.) We chat a little more. I tell them that I am here for the whole weekend. “With your sling?” I nod and they go off. I tell Ric, who I’d gotten to know quite well last year, I was available to help. We go off to the huge enclosed seating area at the other end of the pool, where there is a bar and some food service. There are boxes everywhere, covering the tables. We unpack them. They are all free samples from the various sponsors for the event. We find the hand stamp that says Fornication Weekend. It is my job to stamp the brown bags before they get stuffed. Several of the men from GangBangGuys help fill the bags. They have a couple of events where they are looking for tops. I make a mental note to find out more. We work into the evening, filling 300 of them and then carrying them to the registration tent. I am now ready to head back to the hotel. I say my goodbyes and head toward my car. I make a quick tour of the play area, but no one is there. I know I will be getting plenty of sex the next few days, I can take a night off… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part One: The Trip and Arrival July 1, 2024

Just the story of my sex life. Thank you for reading.

Grand Rapids—June, 2024 The end of the second full week of June brought the house party I so often attend. I packed the rimseat and drove north. When I arrived, I found the diminutive host, and his long-dicked friend, completing the set up. Soon we were joined by the smooth former athlete who is such a great fuck, an attractive salt and pepper haired bottom, a furry bearish top and the versatile Hot Tats who has appeared many times in these pages. We chatted. I knew them all from our many sessions there. But soon Salt & Pepper and Furry Top disappeared up the stairs. In moments we heard the sling rattle and the sounds of wet fucking. I went up the stairs myself, followed by Hot Tats… I look at the two fucking in the sling. I smile and turn in the other direction to the room with the bed. Hot Tats goes to his knees and works my swelling cock out of my well-used jock pouch. He gets my full shaft and head wet. “Get on all fours—I want to taste your ass.” He scrambles up onto the leather spread covering the double bed. I kneel and my tongue digs into the crack between his full butt cheeks. He moans. The guys in the sling come join us on the bed. Salt & Pepper is also on all fours, still taking that thick Furry Top cock. I stand up and sink my dick into Hot Tats butt. I fuck him, slowly, with deep long strokes. He groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I pick up speed. The other guys on the bed are fucking furiously. The former athlete arrives in the doorway and watches, kneading his cock covered by a designer jock. I pull out and Hot Tats spins around to clean my cock. At that moment Furry Top explodes deep inside Salt & Pepper. We are not even 15 minutes into the evening. But I know good felching when I see it. I let Salt and Pepper clean Furry Top’s cock before I dive in to taste his load. Fuck, there’s a lot of it. I get lost in eating ass and licking out cum. “Fuck some of the cum deeper…” moans Salt & Pepper. I stand up. I notice, that while my face was buried in his dripping ass crack, Furry Top had given Salt & Pepper a hash mark on his ass cheek with a black Sharpie. My cock slaps it—then pushes into his wet ass. Across from us, Hot Tats has flipped roles and is fucking Former Athlete’s well-developed ass. The two bottoms reach out to each other, grab hands and hold on as we fuck… * We change asses. Hot Tats plunders Salt & Pepper and I lick and then fuck Former Athlete. We are joined by the other long dicked top from downstairs. The three tops take turns on both bottoms, by circling the bed. Who ever doesn’t have an ass feeds his ass juiced covered cock to one or the other men on all fours. Eventually, I take Salt & Pepper to the sling. He loves getting off his knees—and the fact that here I go deeper yet into his greedy wet hole with both my tongue and cock. The fact that there are fewer people here, means that we spend longer with each fuck. I can’t get enough of his wet, cum-tasty ass. I lick his hole. I fuck it. I give him my cock to clean of stray jizz sticking to it. Two new men arrive. I don’t know either. Everyone before was likely 50+ in age. The new arrivals are younger. A tallish man, in a red jock and a red harness is likely early 40’s. The other new guy is younger yet, likely late 30’s and is a broad chested, thick set man. They waste no time jumping in. The younger goes into the bedroom and takes over topping Former Athlete. Red Harness joins me. I am fucking Salt & Pepper as Red Harness takes out a nice sized cock and feeds it to him. “Tell me if you want his hole.” He nods—but the sentence (and Salt & Pepper’s tongue) gets him harder. In a couple of minutes, he nods and we change places. He slides in. “Were you loaded?” he asks. Salt & Peper grunts an affirmative around my cock in his mouth. I pull out and watch the guy fuck. He has a hot ass, framed by the red straps of his jock. I kneel behind him. My tongue pokes at him on the back stroke. Soon he slows his fucking and leans into Salt & Pepper. I find his hole which has ass lips that have seen a lot of stretch over the years. So the red jock is not just a fashion statement… I eat his hole as he does shallow strokes. I stand up. He resumes fucking. I grease up and my cock goes into him on the back stroke. He groans out his pleasure. I stand still. He fucks into Salt & Pepper than impales himself on the back stroke. Over and over. Until I pull out and eat the hole I just fucked, savoring his swollen ass lips… * The youngest man has topped. And he’s now getting fucked on the bed by Furry Top who seems to have a second load about to explode in him. He does just that, in about five minutes time. I go back to eating out Red Harness who is now in the sling. As the howls of orgasm happen in the other room, I stand up and fuck Red Harness. He groans and beats his half hard cock. The young guy, freshly loaded, comes in to watch my fucking. I ask if he wants a turn. He does. He fucks Red Harness hard and fast, making him gasp. I stroke and watch. The young guy pulls out. “They said you like to felch. You want to lick me out?” Red Harness says he should get in the sling for that. They exchange places. I eat out my second cummy hole of the night as Red Harness bends over him and kisses him the entire time I am savoring a second load Furry Top’s cum. “You need to experience his dick,” Red Harness tells him. The young man agrees. I stand up and fuck him. Red Harness comes around and strokes my ass as I fuck. He cleans my cock of stray jizz when I pull out. Then he takes a turn up the young man. I clean his cock when he’s done. “I want to fuck you some more,” the young man tells Red Harness. They change places again. He kneels and begins rimming Red Harness. I join him on my knees. He loves sharing the ass crack in front of us. He licks him. I lick him. We kiss, tasting the ass juices from both our tongues. We can’t stop. Red Harness has broken out the poppers and he is moaning at the dual tongue assault of his hole. The young man appreciates the swollen ass lips as much as I do. He suckles them tenderly, then guides my head in to do the same. Again, we kiss, making both our cocks drool. Finally, he stands up and fucks. I stay on my knees. He does just what I want—a few strokes in the wet ass and a few strokes into my mouth. Back and forth. And yet again. He pulls out and kneels. We kiss. We rim. I stand up and fuck. I do the same ‘fuck ass, fuck mouth’ thing for him. He moans deliciously each time I pull out of the wet butt and fuck my dripping cock into his mouth. “There’s a rim seat in there,” he says. I tell him it’s mine. The three of us go to it, where it is set up by the bed. I get under it. Red Harness sits. The young man starts by sucking my dick, but soon he stands and straddles me, fucking his cock into Red Harness’ face. But someone is on my cock again—first with mouth and now sitting on it. Whoever it is, rides it with purpose, pounding himself down on me. When Red Harness finally stands, I see it is Salt & Pepper on my cock, trying so hard for another load. He gets off me and kneels on the bed. I fuck him there as the young man fucks Red Harness in the same position, side by side. “Switch!” I command. I go up Red Harness. The young man into his mouth. Longdick fucks Salt & Pepper. He shoots in S&P, collapsing on his back. It is just too much for me. I fire off a hot load of jizz into Red Harness. The young man pulls out of his mouth and comes over. He cleans me up, gingerly, and his hungry mouth dives into Red Harness’ dripping hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass June 29, 2024

Near Home—June, 2024 I had some more group play coming up at the end of the week. I really wanted to go to Saturday’s house party with my balls empty—and churn up a fresh load while playing there. On Thursday, I went to my usual bookstore, the one that had suffered the accident. I wanted see if I could get a little more comfortable in the new bigger room with two screens of porn. It was evening, a time I don’t usually go… The first thing I see, after I pay my admission, is that the curtained entrance has been replaced with a thick door. I go through. There are several men in the dark, L-shaped room. I sit, once again, where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head. A door has emboldened the men inside. All four of us have our cocks out and are stroking to the porn and for each other. I recognize a bearded white man around my age. He rarely gets hard—but always manages to shoot a load. I don’t recognize the other older white man. He is a gawker—constantly ogling the other men and not either of the screens. He has a fat beer can of a dick that he constantly flails. The fourth man is somewhere between 25 and 35. He is Latin, with long black hair. He is openly stroking his smaller-sized cock. He is watching both screens, doing the same tennis-match-head-turn that I’m doing. The other two men are restless. They try different chairs. The gawker comes to sit next to me. He never tries to touch me, just stares and strokes his own dick. Suddenly, he just stands up and leaves. About five minutes later, the straight movie ends and we are left looking at the menu card. The bearded man goes out to tell the clerk to change the video. The Latin nods to me. I waste no time and move to him. “Do you want that sucked?” I ask. He nods. I go to my knees. I swallow his thin dick down to the root. His foreskin is pulled back and his precum fills my mouth, sweet and delicious. I suck and lick, only leaving his dripping cock to lick his tight balls. The door opens and Bearded Man comes back in. I wonder if the young man wants me to stop, now that there’s an audience. He doesn’t seem to care. He actually groans as I move back to his cock. The door opens again. The Gawker is back from a smoke break. He comes right over and sits one seat away from the young man. The guy in my mouth moans softly and releases a lot of cum—or maybe it’s precum—I can’t tell. His body shakes. His voice shakes too, as he whispers, asking me to stop. I lick him clean and go back to my seat. He goes out. The Bearded Man wants my mouth again. He stands up and moves to the darkest wall near the gay screen (a doorway to all the electronics is there.) He leans against it and beckons me to come suck his dick. I get up and do just that, kneeling in front of him. His dick plumps slightly, but he is moaning like he’s fully hard and fucking my face. The Gawker moves closer to watch us. My hand encircles Bearded Guy’s nuts. A finger plays with his perineum, snaking back to touch his pucker. That does it. He unloads three or four big dollops of cum into my mouth, before drooling out some more. I lick him clean. He pats my head and says “It’s been awhile...” as he does up his waistband and heads out. The Gawker stands up. He’s going to shoot on the floor. I have my mouth around his dick before the first blast. He tries to pull away, but I hang onto his nuts. He shoots a tasty load, for a smoker. He is a delightful mix of being embarrassed and pleased at the same time. But he can’t look me in the face. He is zipping up as he walks to the door. I am alone. For some time. The door opens. It’s the young Latin man back again. He sits next to me. “I want to really get off this time,” he whispers. So, it had been just precum before. I kneel in front of him. His cock is rampant. He is so easy to deep throat. And he loves it. I jerk him as my mouth moves to his hairy balls. The moment my tongue touches them they tighten up again. “I’m really close…” “I love to swallow…” My mouth works up from his balls and up his shaft. My mouth engulfs his entire cock, as my tongue works his foreskin back. And just in time. He explodes. It is a young man’s cum shot. He fills my mouth and I have to swallow fast after each blast to keep up. He squirms and pants and tells me to stop—but doesn’t really mean it—as he keeps bucking into my face. I lick him dry. He sighs. “Will you shoot for me?” I am so horned by all the cum shot from the three men in such a short time, I stand up and jerk. In moments, I shoot a bigger load than I thought possible for me, right at his sandalled feet. “You have such a great cock…” I smile, wishing he was brave enough to have put it inside him one place or another. But, just like I wanted, my balls are empty for the coming weekend… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Door Makes All the Difference June 27, 2024

My Playroom—June, 2024 It was going to be something new in the playroom. I think, without searching every last entry since I moved, I have never had more than two of us in this playroom. I might have had a threeway there that I can’t remember, but on this night, there were going to be four—and I know that is new. Muscle Ass was back in the area for work. We had looked for some group play up in Lansing, but hadn’t really found it. So, this time, I wanted someone’s dick in him besides mine. I sent a text to the couple I have so much fun with, either at their home or at the larger group play sessions in Grand Rapids. Tim was excited. He would ask his partner and get back with me. He let me know they would be there in less than 24 hours. Pictures were exchanged. They only made everyone more excited for Tuesday to arrive. We met up around seven. Muscle Ass poured drinks for a brief chat in my living room. Soon enough we went downstairs. I had put extra chairs in the hallway by the entrance, as I knew they would take up too much room inside the playroom. I only had my robe on, so I went in and turned on the porn… Muscle Ass comes in. There is a reason I use this name for him. He is gym built, very Italian, and in his 50’s. Tim is in next. He is wearing his harness and a colored jock. He looks to be around the same age, and is slightly stockier. I think I need to call the Top in the relationship something new as I always call him Top Host. Well, he is tall, my age, and his dick is slightly longer than mine. It has a smaller head, but the shaft gets fatter and fatter as it moves towards the base. Perhaps, Tall Top will suffice. Muscle Ass goes to his knees in front of the fuck bench. Tall Top is right there, offering him his hardening cock. Tim and I join in, making a semi-circle in front of him. He moans, all while mouthing first one and then the next of us. Tim is not as long, but he has an incredibly thick shaft. I wait a minute and then slap my drooling dick on his cheek. He slobbers over it. Muscle Ass is in Pig Heaven. Tim and I move away so Muscle Ass can really Get to know Tall Top’s cock. Tim goes to his knees and deep throats me. He’s great, as always. I glance over at Tall Top. He is very pleased. He nods to me and moves over for Tim to suck him and I go feed Muscle Ass my wet dick. Muscle Ass finally stands up to stretch. He looks at Tim. “I need to fuck before I get fucked.” Tim gets up off his knees and move to the bench. I eat his ass first as Tall Top feeds him his dick. I move aside and Muscle Ass takes a turn rimming Tim’s full ass. I am greased up. I push into Tim’s ass and fuck him. Hard. Tall Top encourages me to use him. Tim is groaning around that thick dick in his mouth. Muscle Ass greases up and jerks to the sight of my dick plunging in and out. I pull out. Muscle Ass steps into place, but he’s not quite hard enough. Instead, Tim gets up and Muscle Ass takes his place. I fuck him first with Tall Top in his mouth. Tall Top comes around and fucks him next while Tim feeds Muscle Ass. I stroke for a minute then slap my dick on Muscle Ass’ back. Then it’s Tim’s turn up his ass. Tall Top goes back to his mouth and I move behind Tim. I let him start the fuck—and slide into him, forming a train. I stand still and Tim bucks forward into Muscle Ass and, as he pulls out, impales himself on me. Tall Top loves this. He moves around and takes my place, fucking his partner’s ass… * Tim is in the sling. Muscle Ass is feasting on his well fucked hole. Tall Top and I sit on the bed and watch. I suggest he let me eat his ass. I am the only man he lets do it (or so he says.) I suggest the bench, but he chooses the bed. He gets on all fours and let’s my tongue explore his crack. I lose track of time. When I look up, the guys at the sling have switched. Tim is plowing his super thick cock into Muscle Ass. This rouses Tall Top, too. We both get up and stand on the side, watching the fuck. “I am so fucked…” croons Muscle Ass. I let Tall Top go next. Tim comes around and works Muscle Ass’ nips. I watch Tall Top plow him, then kneel. He knows I want his ass-wet cock in my mouth. He fucks a couple of more strokes into Muscle Ass’ juicy butt, then fucks my open mouth a few strokes. Back it goes into his butt—then back into my mouth. I let him go back and forth between us half a dozen times before I stand up. I take his place and fuck Muscle Ass as hard as I can. Tim and Tall Top take a water break and sit on the bed. They are in shock that I jump in the sling. Muscle Ass attacks my butt crack with his tongue. Tall Tops erection has flagged slightly, but the sight of me getting off on Muscle Ass’ tongue revives him. “Look how hard he is,” Tim says, nudging his partner. It’s true. I am absolutely rampant… * We all take another turn on Muscle Ass on the bench. Tall Top is first inside him. Tim sucks me as TT fucks. I fuck him. Tim fucks him. But Tall Top is overheating—those two bow out, telling us how much fun they had. I fuck Muscle Ass as they get dressed and then take them upstairs to the door. I find Muscle Ass in the sling when I get back downstairs. “Cum in me!” I eat his wet hole. I think I will be able to do that easily. I stand up and fuck him one last time. I am on the edge—and now I’m over it. I let fly, thinking about how much dick Muscle Ass has had inside him tonight. And how stretched out his hole feels. His ass lips are puffy and huge. When I stop spurting, I fall to my knees and lick up my escaping seed from those very lips. I share. Drooling it into his open mouth. “I need to get off. Put something up my ass…” I start with the stainless-steel bulb of the Ballistic Butt Bomb. It pushes against the hole, but not into it. I switch to the curved cock with the bumps, left by GaryM. It enters him instantly—and the curve hits his prostate. It takes a moment, but he shoots, all over his hairy chest… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Muscle Ass Fourway: "I Am So Fucked" June 25, 2024

Jackson—June, 2024 On the last trip to the Jackson bookstore, the one with the lounge that has become a full play area, I had noticed a flyer taped to the door. It said that the second Saturday of every month a group met in the lounge. I asked the cashier about it. She told me it tripled her attendance on that day. I knew I had to check it out. I got there right after noon, with a packed lunch for later. The parking lot was jammed. I barely found a place to park. I went in, paid and stepped into the darkened lounge… Men are everywhere. And they are playing, not milling around and just looking. Blow jobs are happening. The booths are filled and men are on the slurp ramp getting head from those hidden guys. I walk back to the medical exam table. There are seven or eight men here. All sucking or being sucked. And all in my age range. I move to the space almost behind the table and take out my cock. In moments, a man pulls off the dick he’s been sucking, sits on the table and bends to take me. I’m just on the edge of full hardness and his mouth does the trick. He grunts out his pleasure as he services me. “Don’t forget my balls.” He moves there. His tongue is magic, making me drool precum. Another man moves closer to us. With a slight push, I send the man with the hot mouth over to the new cock. He fellates him with the same look of pleasure on his face, but in moments is back on me. He spends the next few minutes going back and forth on our cocks—until the new guy gives him a mouthful of cum… * I wander. I use the slurp ramp and stick my cock through the hole. The unknown mouth on my dick is adequate at best. His teeth hit my flared head once too often and I move on. I stroke to some three-way sex on screen, sitting on the large couch. I have two men come by. Each give me some head. Pleasant and a nice change from my hand. There seems to be no ass available today… * My dick needs a rest—so many mouths on it. I go eat lunch in my car. When I come back, I settle into one of the smaller rooms to watch porn. I pull out my cock to see who I can attract. The crowd has shifted a little. Some younger men are here now. One of them, somewhere in his early 40’s strolls by, sees my dick and comes in. He’s handsome. He stands at the door, groping himself. He nods. I nod. He kneels and takes me into his mouth. He’s great. A moist and hot mouth and tongue, and that look in his eye of being right where he wants to be… He loves the musk from my balls and tells me so. Then he proceeds to lick every hairy millimeter of each sack. Eventually he moves back to my cock. A larger man, that my sucker seems to know, sits down next to us. He watches the blow job for a moment before he pulls out a thick, angry red fire plug of a dick. I love the sharing. I nudge my sucker to give him a try. He does. And back to me. Then he tries the new man again, moving so he is between his legs. I hear him unzip—but I can’t see the cock he’s now stroking. Eventually, when he can’t get the guy to shoot, he comes back to me. But his knees are tired. He gets up to stretch—and disappears… I wander. I really wanted to give him my load. I find a few other willing men, but now I’m spoiled. I let them suck, but I know I won’t be getting off. I go back to the big L shaped couch, where I can see a variety of porn. In moments, the guy who I wanted to give my load, sits on the other part of the couch. He pulls his shorts and underwear down around his ankles. He is stroking a nice seven incher. We smile at each other. I stand up and bring him my dick. He leans forward and sucks me. I go to my knees and suck him for a bit…but I can tell that is not his thing. I move down. My tongue connects with his pucker. He groans. I rim him a bit. He moans and strokes. “You want my cock?” “I do—but it’s too big…” I lube up a finger and begin stroking his prostate. “Oh, shit….” He groans. He jerks, I can tell he’s moments away. I lean forward, but he blocks me. He wants to jerk. And in moments, he fires. A huge load all over his balls. It runs down to his hole—and I push it inside. “Cum on my hole,” he pleads. I am right there. I pull out my finger and fire my swimmers at his once tight pucker. They hit the target. Five splats of semen that begins to drip. I finger some inside of him. He groans out his approval. I wipe up some more of his seed, pushing it inside him—where our cum can mix… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hitting the Target June 21, 2024

Near Home—June, 2024 I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast. It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month. Of course I had to be there! I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done. (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.) The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store. The arcade was on the opposite side of the retail store from the old theatre rooms, still in rubble. There was currently a curtained entrance at the archway. The restroom was there, where it had always been, to the left as you entered. The empty space was larger than I expected. It was basically a big L shaped room, painted black. On the wall that would be the bottom of the L was a large television showing straight porn. At what would be the top of the L, forming a narrow alcove, was another television, showing gay porn. New, comfortable chairs were strewn haphazardly around, facing either one screen or another. I sat down where I could see both screens with just a slight head swivel. There were half a dozen men in the room. One man was openly stroking to the straight porn. Two were kneading their own crotches. The atmosphere was good, but tentative… I can’t quite unzip yet. My cock tents my camos slightly. The male couple, who come here together to suck dick, come in and smile at me. The shaved headed one stands near the bathroom and takes out his cock to stroke, hoping it would encourage others. His partner comes over to me and asks if I am ready to get sucked. I tell him I’m not. The curtained entrance is letting in a ton of noise distraction from the retail side of things. In five minutes, I say the hell with it, and pull out my cock. The partner with hair is right there. He kneels between my splayed legs and gives me great head. He is especially glad to get to me before there is a slight sheen of lube on my cock. He knows better than to think he’s going to get me off. He sucks and licks and hums until his knees give out. His partner, cock swinging, comes for me the moment he stands up. He sucks me with his usual gusto, beating his own dick. A bear, new to me, comes in mid suck. We don’t stop or try to hide. He sits next to us, so he can watch Shaved Head go to town on my cock. SH likes an audience. He works harder, but his knees, too, act as a timer. He gets up, patting my shoulder affectionately. A lull. I stroke, mostly to the straight as it is more in front of me (and the scene is a rough three-hole workout.) The bear likes the scene, too. He unzips and strokes his thick dick along with me. “You have a great cock,” he whispers. I thank him. “Mind if I take a turn?” I smile and nod. He gets down between my legs and gives me the best head so far. There is just something about his hunger. Maybe he doesn’t get to have a hard dick in his mouth very often… I would love to give him my load as a reward. But I’m just not there yet. I wouldn’t mind sucking him—but that is not in the cards. When he tires, he heads to the bathroom, washes up and leaves. A longer lull. The guy playing with himself from the top of the afternoon is still not hard. We are now the only men in the room for quite some time. I am on the verge of leaving when three men come through the curtain. Two are talkative regulars who rarely play. The third is the road worker I blew a few weeks ago while another man sucked me. I nod to the road worker in his florescent shirt and work boots. His blond hair is longer now, and slightly curly with the heat. He sits behind me, facing the gay screen, which now has a six-man orgy on it. We suddenly are all watching that. Road Worker unzips and pulls out his regulation sized dick. It grows fast to his full six or so inches. He strokes himself with a determination to drop a load and go. I watch the video. And him. I finally get up and ask him if he ‘wants my mouth on that again.’ I use that phrase on purpose to remind him how he liked it before. “Naw, don’t think so,” he grunts. I sit in the chair next to him. We both stroke to the video. I am pleased he keeps looking at my cock every once in a while. Then out of the blue: “Go ahead and suck me.” I go to my knees. Again, I love how his balls smell and taste after a day of manual labor. He seems to like my tongue. His cock is drooling a lot. But I can’t quite to seem to get him over the edge. Then: “Enough.” I take my mouth off his cock and get up. My disappointment is short lived, as he leans forward and tentatively takes my swollen dick into his mouth. The moment is electric for every one now watching us and not the video. Road Worker’s technique is not as good as any of the other men who’ve sucked me today, but it’s so unexpected and so hot that it is this particular guy, that I stand there with a silly smirk on my face. He sucks and slobbers and beat his own cock like mad. He groans—I want to go to my knees and get his load, but he stands up, steps away and fires a massive load all over the floor. He put himself away, still wet and dripping, snapping the waistband of his Under Armour boxer briefs. He takes off. I do myself up, too. I’m not going to top that today. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Hot Surprise as the New Porn Space Opens June 19, 2024

My Playroom—June, 2024 One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick… He’s tall. That I remembered. And hairy. Everywhere. Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell. I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15. His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off. I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door. I go and lean against the fuck bench. “Get me hard.” He kneels, eager to do just that. He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack. My cock springs to life. “You’re bigger than I remember. Damn!” he grins. And begins licking my piss slit. Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls. I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head. “Let me lick your ass.” I move to let him get on the bench. His gym-built ass is lovey to look at. The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy. I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock. He is rock hard as I rim. He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it. I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker. Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue. It's one of those butts I could eat all day. But my cock is rampant and needs attention. I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time. I stand. My cockhead disappears inside him. He is pleasantly tight—not too tight. I bottom out. Hold. And fuck. Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I comply. His eyes find the mirror off to the side. He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him. I pull out. Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again. A little roughly. “Yessss….” he sighs. I fuck him for a long time. When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick. He cocks his head, expectantly. And there’s the answer. I move so me can lick me. He does. Every inch of flesh. I fuck him again. He cleans me again. I suggest we move to the sling. He gets in easily. A pig that knows his way around equipment. I kneel and look at his wet ass. I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack. Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good. The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix. I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling. We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth. I go back and lick his ass again. “Share it…” he murmurs. I do. A longer, involved kiss. This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck. I point up to the mirror above him. His eyes go there—enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered. I speed up the fuck. The frame creaks. The chain ends smack the poles. It’s a noisy fuck. And it ends with my cock in his mouth. He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again. Another loud fucking. Another cock cleaning. This time with a kiss after it. I take a drink from my mug of tea. It’s still warm. I take another sip and hold it in my mouth. I kneel and let it run down his ass crack. He groans. I lick it up. I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him. I do the same thing. Keith loves the temperature change. I lick it up as well. I stand. “Fuck me!” he groans out. My cock slaps his tight ball sack. Piss erupts out of it. It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair. He groans, telling me that is so hot. “Poke some into me…” I do, with the last few drops I have left. I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Using him for my pleasure. His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again. “Breed me,” he mumbles. “I want your load.” It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot. I pull out and go back to eating his ass. Keith strokes his cock. I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole. His ass lips are slightly puffy. I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster. I stand up. I enter him, a little roughly. I fuck with long, hard strokes. “Cum in me,” he moans. That sets me off. I fire my load deep into him. I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole. I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside. “Don’t pull out…” He is jerking his cock. I am going nowhere. In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast. His cum pools between his hairy pecs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered June 17, 2024

Jackson—June, 2024 It was the first Saturday of the month. I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing, but going online I found they had had an electrical fire. The business was closed until it could be re-wired and a sprinkler system put in. (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.) At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started. It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’ Two down. One left. Well, Saturdays had proved to be very busy at the bookstore that turned the viewing lounge into more of a playing area, so I packed a lunch and went east… The parking lot is packed. I buy my ticket and go in. Men are milling around. A few sit and stroke to the big screen televisions, a few just watch and knead themselves. Two of the three glory hole rooms are closed. I check the slurp ramp—two men are using the holes—and groaning softly. I head to the medical exam table. There is a crowd at the door frame. I push through. A fuck is in progress—and I know both the men. I move closer and take out my dick. The guy on the table is a shaved headed man, my age, who I have fucked here regularly. He is being pounded by the tall hairy man I have had the good fortune to fuck here a number of times. Both are fully naked, their clothes piled on the floor. They both smile a greeting. I stroke as the long thin dick of the hairy guy fucks the other man deep and hard. I take a long swallow from my water bottle, set it down and stroke. “Take a turn on his butt.” Tall Hairy pulls out and steps to the side. He gives his wet dick to Shaved Head to suck. I push into the wet hole on offer. Shaved Head groans around the cock in his mouth. I fuck slowly. Guys at the doorway move in a step of two. I begin to speed up. Soon I am fucking him hard enough to make the table creak. We switch. Shaved Head is just as eager to suck his juices off my cock. But he has to stop sucking me, as Tall Hairy begins to fuck him furiously. I think he’s about to cum. I had been thinking of seeing if I could get into Tall Hairy’s hole while he was fucking, but I don’t want to mess with his orgasm. But he doesn’t shoot. He just slows down. A phone goes off. It’s Shaved Head’s. The two men disengage so he can find it amongst the pile of clothes. He answers it—and isn’t happy. He gets dressed to go deal with some problem. “How convenient. Now you can fuck me.” Tall Hairy climbs on the table. His long legs rest on the top of the metal stirrups. I kneel and eat his ass. He groans. “I hoped you’d do that. Eat me out…” This is too much for two of the men watching us. They leave. The other two step closer. I stand up and enter him. I love watching his face as I do it. The surprise. The concentration. The joy as I bottom out. I fuck with long, deliberate strokes. He grabs his cock and begins jerking in time with my thrusts. A watcher gets brave and reaches out to play with his nipples as we fuck. I slow down. Stop. I eat is hole again. “Let me taste me.” I consider a kiss, but go with my cock up to his mouth. He cleans he hungrily. Then I fuck him for a second time. A new man arrives. He is younger, likely mid-40’s. He is tall-ish, with dark blond hair that is rather long. He sees us and comes right over. He knows Tall Hairy. He stands on the other side and strokes his chest as I fuck. We break. The new guy strips. He has a very hairy chest himself and a very full ass, also extremely hairy. Tall Hairy gets up. The younger guy bends at the waist and goes down on him. Tall Hairy reaches down and spreads the full ass. “Eat his ass like you did me.” I don’t have to be asked twice. I dive into the hairy jungle. He groans. Tall Hairy groans. I make guttural sounds in the back of my throat. “You want him to fuck you?” Tall Hairy askes the younger man. He grunts an affirmative, never stopping sucking the dick in his mouth. I chow down a bit longer, then get up and stick my cock in the new hole. Now he stops sucking. He pants. He moans. He tells me to slow down—even though I am merely inching into his tight hole. I finally bottom out and wait. “You should have started with me,” Tall Hairy says. The younger man pants…and tells me to fuck him slowly. I do. I can tell he’s not comfortable. I pull out. “Get up on the table,” Tall Hairy says. He does. And Tall Hairy sinks into his friend. Easily. And fucks him hard. I offer my cock for him to suck, but he is staring up at the man fucking him so intently, I decide to leave them to it. I wander. I sit in the small room and stroke. The crowd has thinned slightly. I can’t find a cocksucker. A fully naked man walks in. He is likely my age, gym built five or six years ago. “May I?” I nod, waiting for him to kneel and suck. He turns around and sinks his greased-up hole on my cock. He moans all the way down my shaft. He begins to bounce and stroke himself. His ass feels wet and wonderful. In moments he is shooting a big load on the floor in front of us… * I wander. Tall Hairy and his friend seem to have gone. I go out to the car and eat my lunch. The crowd has really thinned. Men are around, but no one seems to want to suck me or be sucked. I sit by the curtained booths, stroking to the some threeway porn. I hear a noise in the cubicle behind me. I investigate. It’s dark, but I see someone is on all fours, bare ass offered. My hand caresses the butt. It’s hairy. Very hairy. It’s the younger man from before. I feel his hole. I am positive Tall Hairy gave him a load in there. He moans. I go to my knees and eat his ass again. I can just barely taste the jizz. “Fuck me…” “You think you can take me now that you have a load in there?” I whisper. “Please…” I stand up and enter him. He feels terrific—and his hole has been opened up. He may have had other men up him, for all I know. I begin to fuck. I know the moment I push in I will be breeding him. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. I begin a fast, hard fuck. It’s all about me now. I want to cum inside him. “You want it?” “Yes. Please…” “Say the words…” I pant. I wonder if I can last long enough for him to get them out. “Breed me,” he murmurs. “Cum in my hole. Fill me up…” And it works. My cock explodes. Jet and jet of white hot cum is blasted up his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Four Ass Saturday June 15, 2024

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

My Playroom—May, 2024 I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party. I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside. I also heard from the beautiful young man. He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT. In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…? By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again. I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore. He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work. Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time? Did he want to bring his boyfriend? He was working but was sure that he would get off early. He would keep me posted. Well, he worked late. He took a co-worker home to another city. Then he drove home to clean up. The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south. By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book. But I had napped in the afternoon. I wanted to unload. I told him to come along. It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door… He strips off in the playroom. I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas. I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms. He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him. I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock. I am lying on the bed. He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs. His warm tongue licks the jock. I tell him where it's been. He loves the idea of wet, group sex. He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock. I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full. He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick. Up and down and in the piss slit. All around the balls. Under them. Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. He is in no hurry. I relax and let his mouth explore me. He licks me all over one more time. This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint. Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat. We move to the fuck bench. I don’t think he’s been on one. I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass. He settles in and I kneel behind him. I feast on his warm ass crack. His hole is open and ready. I stand up—and slide in. He gasps. “It feels different here,” he pants. “Better.” I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out. Faster and faster. His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open. “Like that?” I ask. “Like seeing yourself be used?” He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.) I fuck harder and harder. I stop and pull out. “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass. I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth. He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust. I rim him. I fuck him again. He cleans my dick. I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine. He blisses out as I sink back into his ass… * We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock. This time his tongue grazes my asshole. “Do you want to rim me?” “Please. I’ve always wanted to…” I get in the sling. He kneels and feasts on my hole. He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick. It’s fine by me. He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue. I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above. We change places. He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups. I eat his hole. I fuck his hole. He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too. Then it’s another round of fucking. His hole feels like he might be able to take two. I grease up the egg headed dildo. It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it. I fuck him with the toy and then my cock. Pushing one in—then the other. Over and over. We take a break for water. I pull out the rimseat. He’s never been on one. He loves the spread of his hole on my face. He relaxes and let’s me eat him out. I encourage him to ride my cock and come back. This is slightly awkward for him, but he does. I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices. “Can I eat your ass on this thing?” We switch around. Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me. He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now. I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off. We go back to the sling. I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot. I am close, but can’t get over the edge. I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously. I stand up and fuck. And I’m there. I fire into him. Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load. The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole. He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger. I ask if he wants to get off. He doesn’t. He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…” June 11, 2024

I love speculum play and originally got mine for the piss angle of it, before I was fucking bare, so I could piss inside the men in my stable who craved it. Now I use it on any pig who is interested in stretching his hole. I use the Collins--and with most men, I can eventually get them so open I can add my big cock with the speculum in place. I love the feel of metal to the sides and warm flesh above and below my cock.

Chicago—May, 2024 (This picks right up where we left off in the last post) I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs. I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking. I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed. The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us. I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot yet. I help him up and out of the sling. We hug and go our separate ways for a bit. I feed piss to an older guy in the other back corner. I fuck a barrel chested 50-Something in the sodden sling. He delights in my dick and calling me a ‘Hot Mother Fucker’ every few thrusts. Two men offer to clean me up as I pull out of his ass. I let them go to work on me. One takes the shaft and the other my balls. I tell them to reverse. They do, thrilled that I told them what to do. I feed them a little piss. I love having them both on their knees in front of me and begging for it. I try to give them equal shares of my clear piss. First in one—now the other. “Now kiss.” They do. Hungrily. Passionately. I walk away as their tongues clean the other’s mouth… * I find TGWT bent over sucking a hairy daddy. I eat his ass. He instantly knows it’s me. I slobber into his hole. And fuck it. Pushing him deeper on the thick cock in front of him. The hairy daddy loves this; he even reaches down and pulls TGWT’s cheeks apart so I can go deeper. Suddenly I stop. I give him just a tiny blast of piss into his gut. He groans around the thick cock in his mouth. “Did you do what I think you just did?” asks Hairy Daddy. I nod an affirmative as he grins in delight. I hunker down to taste my handiwork… * I am back by the sling. I am watching a hot 40-something guy get railed, hoping I can go up him next. I turn away and survey the whole scene. The place is awash with piss. It’s everywhere. Men are sucking and drinking. Some are chatting as they re-hydrate. Others are bent over and getting fucked. I love the bigger, more active crowd. And I really love giving some of these men the only piss they will get all year. I look back at the fuck, stroking my cock. The guy in the sling makes eye contact. I think he wants my bigger dick inside him when his current fuck finishes up. I glance back at the crowd. In front of me is the most beautiful young man in the room. He’s tall-ish, and in incredibly shape. His pecs have seen countless hours at the gym. As have his abs. He wears a jock, mounding his cock beneath. He’s Latin, his hair is dark and lush on his head. We lock eyes. I take my hand away from my cock. It sways, pointing at the young man. “Do you want this?” “Yes, Sir.” His hands instinctively go behind his back. He drops his gaze to the floor. “Then get over here and do it.” He takes a step in, kneels and lovingly takes hold of my cock with both hands. He looks at it for a long minute before he guides it into his mouth. Then his hands go back behind his back. I have had a lot of great mouths on my dick. And his is one of the best. The suction. The wetness. The sheer love of doing what he’s doing communicates with every slight flick of his tongue. He deep throats me for the first time. It’s effortless. Like he just unhinged his jaw. I let him suck at his own speed and rhythm. We are attracting a crowd. Guys are jerking themselves or each other as he sucks me. Finally, he pulls off my shaft, takes a deep breath and licks my balls. He doesn’t try to suck them into his mouth. He licks them. And under them, lifting the sack slightly to slide his tongue over my cock ring. Then it’s back to deep throating. This time I grab his ears and begin a slow face fuck. He moans out his approval. I pick up speed. I go as deep as I can on the final stroke and pull out, brings long strands of deep throat spit. I wrap them around my cock. “Clean it up.” He does. Savoring it. I face fuck him again. Nice and deep. He chokes this time. I pull out. Even more strands. I wrap them around my cock and he swallows me down. He sucks me. He licks my balls. Again, he lifts them and flicks his tongue around the cockring and the top of my perineum. I pull him up to his feet and give him a quick kiss. “Boy, do you get fucked?” “Yes, Sir.” “You want this cock in your ass?” “Yes! Yes, Sir!” I can’t believe my good luck. I move away from the high counter I’ve been leaning against. Now the young man uses it for support, jutting his gorgeous ass out for me. I fall to my knees. He gasps as my tongue finds his hole. My hands have to pull his muscled cheeks apart. I force my way into his tight pucker. He gasps again. My hand cups the bulge in his jock. He’s caged under that jock. The thought that his cock is helpless turns me on more than I can say. I redouble my efforts, spitting more and more saliva into him. I stand up. From the crowd: “Fuck him good!” “Give it to him!” “Fuck, yeah!” I slide in. It’s electric. I bottom out. He has taken me to the root. He squeezes down in welcome. I fuck him. Slow. Then fast. Harder yet. He takes it with the slightest whimper. I pull out. He spins around and cleans my dick. I pull him up into a kiss. Hungry. I spit in his mouth. He asks for more. I give it to him. And another fuck. And a deep rimming. We kiss again. Then he whispers in my ear: “May I lick your ass, Sir?” I don’t answer, I just brace myself against the high counter, just like he did. He goes to his knees and his gorgeous face is buried in my hairy crack. I hear the gasps from some of the men watching. And one of them pisses on us. It sluices down my arched back and forms a waterfall through my ass crack. He’s there trying to keep up with the massive amount of piss. When the stream stops, he gets down to business, rooting deep into my hole with his tongue. We kiss afterwards. I think that’s it. But instead, we go behind the screens to the bench that runs along the side wall. He wants to ride my cock. He does. He cleans my cock. I lick his freshly fucked ass. He shyly asks to rim me again. “I don’t do this often…” he confesses, “but with you….” He eats me out—with me on all fours on the bench. I hope for more piss, but it doesn’t happen. We spend a long time together. I keep telling him I don’t want to monopolize his time here. But he doesn’t care. We fuck once more, with him bent over and pleading for it… * I am looking for Tall Guy with Tats. I have saved my last big piss load for his ass. And my load. But he’s gone. I need to breed and hit the road. I find beautiful boy tucked under the bar, sitting on the foot rest, drinking piss and sucking cock. He smiles when he sees me. “I want to load your ass.” “Yes, sir.” We go to the wet canvas sling. We haven’t fucked here. He hops in. I eat his hole. He groans. I rise up. I fuck him. Gently. Knowing the hard fuck is just moments away. I speed up. “Give me your load, Sir. I really want it.” “…So close…” I mumble. My fucking builds. Hard and intense. He takes it. And asks for it harder yet. And I am there. I blow what has to be a huge load after the more than three and a half hours of play. My cock can’t stop firing. I stay in him a long time. I bend and kiss him, my cock right where it wants to be. And that’s when I begin to piss… * We find each other, dressed, in the bathroom. I am pissing once more for the road. He wants to give me his number. I tell him I’m lousy with remembering digits. I tell him to remember FelchingPisser. He grins. And he does. The next day, I find his number on the hook up site. We chat about the blog. And he sent me these pictures of his ass for your entertainment… The original is here, with those ass pics: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party--A Very Wet Conclusion June 8, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML. Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel. You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer. Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele. I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time. It was suddenly the first of May before I really thought about reservations and the motel was booked solid. Another contributing factor was that the Horse Market had lost their venue in town and would not be coming to IML. Should I even go? So, I made a list of what was important for me about IML. I realized the piss party was at the top of my list—and then, I would like to catch up with people like Keshawn who were in town. Around the top of May, Seth reached out. He was a versatile man with similar interests who I’d met at the great New Year’s Eve parties thrown by some mutual Chicago friends before they moved to Palm Springs. The pandemic had gotten in the way of what was starting to be some regular play together. He and Miles would love to see me. Was I coming to town for IML? This worked perfectly. I could play with them on Friday night and he was gracious to let me make his apartment my headquarters. The piss party was Saturday. And I could venture down to the host hotel on Sunday to see Keshawn—and hopefully two cumdumps who had requested at least a fuck. I packed the sling and rimseat—and hit the road on Friday morning… I am setting up the sling in the cleared space in the living room. Seth and Miles are busy either in the bathroom or setting snacks out. They look great. It has been 5 years now since I’ve seen them. Seth is ten years younger than I. He has a little more grey in his hair. He is tall and good looking. Miles, is younger. He is still gym built with great pecs. And tats. And that’s before we get to his ass… I am now set up. The guys come out of the bathroom. Seth has given Miles a shot of Trimix—so his cock is hard and ready. Seth sits on an ottoman. “Come here…” The two of us move to him and present our hard cocks for Seth to suck. He sucks us both—back and forth. My hand is already on Miles’ ass. I idly play around his hole as we get sucked. Soon Miles kneels and begins to suck Seth. I kneel behind him. My tongue finds his pucker. I groan as I begin to lick. Seth reaches down and spreads Miles’ cheeks for me. In moments, my tongue is buried in his hot butt. Miles groans around the cock in his mouth as I begin rimming him in earnest. Licking and spitting and licking it up again. I rear up and fuck. The action pushes him onto Seth’s big, PA-ed cock. I keep the fuck gentle—opening his hole for the night. Seth comes around and takes a turn up Miles, too. We move to the rimseat, at Seth’s request. I go under. Miles perfect ass needs to be licked after the fucking. He sits on my face and Seth sits on my cock. I groan at the overload of feeling. Seth is bouncing faster and faster. I wrap my arms around Miles’ legs and all but pull myself up into his spread cheeks. My tongue goes deeper into his juicy hole. Seth slows a little and the two men lean together to kiss. It’s a wonderfully powerful moment: cock in hole, tongues in mouths, tongue in hole. The perfect triangle of lust. “Let’s change…” Seth slowly pulls off my dick. Miles stands up. They switch. Seth sits on my face, his hole wet from my drooling cock and his own hot ass juices. Miles settles down on my cock. Miles begins to bounce. My tongue is all over Seth’s very pronounced ass lips. I suck them into my mouth individually. Then as a pair. They fill my mouth, cutting off my breath in the best possible way. We take a small water break. Miles jumps in the sling. I feast on his hole. Seth gives him his big dick to suck. I don’t stay, tongue in place, very long. I need to fuck—at my tempo. I sink into his bubble butt. My hands find his hard pecs as I stroke into him. Over and over. We switch. I move to his mouth so he can clean my cock and Seth rims and sucks his hole. Our mouths can’t stay off each other. We love how the other two taste. As soon as Seth goes from rimming to fucking, I get under the sling. He knows what I want. He fucks two or three strokes into Miles and then two or three strokes into my open mouth. Back and forth. Asking me how he tastes when my mouth is full of his cock. Leaving me breathless… * We’re back to the rimseat. Seth is under and Miles is sitting on his face. I suck Seth’s cock. Then his balls. Miles groans as Seth’s tongue goes deep. His cock drools and I’m there to not let it go to waste. I suck him for a bit, before I stand up and feed him my dick. “Change!” orders Seth. Miles gets up and I take a seat. Miles takes a seat on Seth’s throbbing cock. The tongue in my ass is as forceful as my own when I lick butt. I relax. I watch the concentration on Mile’s face as he pleasures himself on Seth’s cock. I love it when he leans forward and licks my cock a little. Seth must be able to sense what’s happening because he begins to rim me harder and faster. I moan and have to pull Miles off my cock and up into a kiss… * We move back to the sling. The two of us work over Miles. Tongues and dicks everywhere. In his hole, in his mouth, beating his chest with our cocks. I go behind Seth and fuck him as he fucks Miles. He does the work, fucking into the young man and back on me. Then he stands still, deep inside Miles. I fuck him hard—hard enough to fuck both of them at the same time. Then Seth gets in the sling. Both of us fuck him. I know that it’s a treat that Miles is topping him. I love to watch them interact as they fuck. And I love to clean Miles’ dick when he pulls out. Miles takes a moment to go piss. Seth gets me in the sling. He wants more time rimming me. I just shut my eyes and let his talented tongue explore. Suddenly I feel Miles lean over me. He kisses me deeply at the same moment Seth plunges his tongue as deep as he can get it… * It’s late. I am feeling the hour I lost driving into Central time. I am fucking Miles. And in moments, I shoot some semen into him. But it’s that ‘not a full-fledged cumshot’ thing, I seem to be doing during long sessions. I eat some of it out of him. I let Seth fuck in it. Watching him fuck in my load keeps me hard and dripping. “I have more…” Seth gets out of my way and I sink back into Miles. I fuck all of two strokes—before I explode, giving him every drop from my balls… * They left me for the bedroom, as I slept on the couch. I heard Miles leave early in the morning to go walk his dog. Eventually, I got up and Seth came and sat beside me. He reminded me that it was when we were fucking five years ago, that it was the first time Miles got hard and fucked him. Last night Seth bred Miles, using my load as lube. Then, for the very first time, Miles bred Seth… The original, with picks of the participants, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: A Glorious Threeway June 3, 2024

They had the new space up and running in two weeks. I was amazed. I will keep on reprinting these here and you will have the details of the new space...and how it has grown in use. (Sorry I didn't see this earlier.)

My pleasure!