FelchingPisser

I think I fucked every mare on offer at the Friday Horse Market. 30 or so men and a lot of repeats before I decided who got my two loads.

Chicago—May, 2022 After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together. As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT. The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump. We were excited. This is what we were missing on this weekend. I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session. When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host. It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes. We were to be there within 10 minutes of the start time. He was looking for all types of men and all positions. Cowboy Boots and I cleaned up and went downstairs at the appropriate time… The door is propped open. There are five men just beginning to fuck. The host, a beefy guy in his late 30’s or early 40’s waves us in. He looks familiar. (I later find out that we had fucked at the Nasty Kink Pigs’ Parties at CLAW several years ago.) He goes back to sucking the dick of the youngest man there, a cub in his 20’s. A 50-ish Top is stroking himself, watching the scene—I realize it is this man’s load I’d fucked in with the cumdump I bred on Thursday. A 30-ish guy with a great Mohawk and a PA, is getting fucked by porn guy Steve Sommers. (Steve and I had played (with Derrick and Jacob) a few IML’s ago.) Steve is hairy and hot. Cowboy Boots strips and gets on all fours on the double bed. The Top is drawn to his hot ass. He kneels and begins rimming him. The host, never taking the young one’s cock out of his mouth, moves to all fours so his ass is available to me. Perfect. I kneel and rim. We are directly across the bed from Cowboy Boots. As his Top rises to fuck him, so do I. I sink into the host. He makes the sexist groan around the young cock in his mouth. Steve pulls out of Mohawk. Mohawk swivels around and cleans his ass juices off Steve. I fuck the Host harder. I love the sound of my hips on his wet ass. CB’s Top pulls out. So do I. We nod at each other and walk around the bed to switch holes. We both go to our knees to taste the new holes in front of us. Soon we are plowing away with our different men. Mohawk is as versatile as Steve. He gets Steve bent over and eats him out. I watch as I fuck. Soon he stands and sinks into Steve. Now there are three of us fucking on three sides of the bed. More men come in—a couple I’ve seen at the side by side cumdumps. (Again, one man plays—the other strokes, watching his BF fuck.) The young guy moves from getting his cock sucked, to sucking the new arrival. A third man enters. He is already hard. I let him fuck CB. I kneel behind Mohawk and lick his ass crack on the backstroke. He groans and calls me a pig. He pulls out of Steve, steps to the side and pushes my face into the hairy crack he’s just been fucking. He holds my head in place—telling me to lick it all up. He finally lets go, telling me to fuck him with my big dick. I rear up and push my cock into Steve. He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembered. “You need to take it, too,” he tells Mohawk. This makes me fuck Steve harder. So much so he asks for a breather. The new men are fucking the Host and Cowboy Boots—trading off. The young one sucks any and every available cock. “Let me suck that thing,” Mohawk grunts out. He goes to his knees and tastes Steve’s ass juices all over my cock. I watch him jerk himself, his PA flopping, as he sucks me. He stands and slides into Steve once more. He holds, all his inches buried in the hairy ass, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. “Now fuck me,” he commands. I slide into him. I stand still and let him do the work of fucking into Steve and back on me. Soon he pulls out of Steve who rolls away to go fuck CB. I fuck Mohawk hard and fast. When I stop, I take his dick in my mouth. His PA is big, but not so big it gets in the way of my tongue. I love the sound of the slight clink on my teeth. We are a fucking free for all now. The Top fucks Steve and Mohawk. I go back to the Host and CB. I clean dicks as they present themselves. I do something with every man, but the voyeur boyfriend. Now the Host, with no new people arriving, calls time on us. We reluctantly pull our selves together and leave, all wishing we could have stayed longer… * Late Night I work on my computer, typing up the notes for the day. Cowboy Boots is entertaining in the bedroom, a tall, built Black man. On a whim I check in on them. “You giving me your ass, too?” the visitor asks. “Naw—but I want to suck your dick when you pull out.” I take out my dick and stroke as I kneel by the man fucking CB. “That’s hot,” he sighs. I watch his cock split Cowboy Boots open. His cock is the same size as mine—but in dark ebony hues. He pulls out and lets me suck him clean. He plows back into Cowboy Boots. “Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna cum—you gonna eat that, too?” I nod. He shoots, deep in CB. He marinates a long time. Finally, I get to clean his less sensitive cock. “Fuck him,” he urges me. I stand up and slide into the man’s cream pie deep in Cowboy Boots. I fuck a few strokes—and it sends me over the edge… * A few random IML notes: I did get a note on BBRT I was unable to follow up on: “I saw you in elevator last night and a huge fan of your blog. Would love to come suck you.” I think it was right after the piss party—and my cock was feeling spent—but now I wish I’d still met the reader. Another time! I also remember, on the first day of IML there were still non-leather folks in the hotel. I took the elevator down to the lobby with a bunch of men in full gear—while I was in my street dress of jeans, with just my wrist band on. A young mom and her 5 year old son got on, too. The little boy’s eyes were huge as he stared up at all these leather men towering over him. His gaze found me. I smiled. He looked at me—back at all the other guys—and back to me. He mustered a timid smile—to a friendly face in that sea of leather clad legs... The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 8, 2022

Chicago—May, 2022 My last day at IML was packed with mini events. Somewhere in the course of our talking about IML, Cowboy Boots let drop that he liked to be fisted. I had never played with him outside of a hotel or bathhouse casual fuck/loading situation. I also learned that he like to do some toy play. So, naturally, I brought some along. We had both been busy enough we hadn’t found time to do it. I suggest we have a late morning or early afternoon play session. That sounded good to him. We used the sling set up in the living room of the suite… As Cowboy Boots gets comfortable in the sling, he tells me not to be surprised if men walk in responding to his ad on BBRT. I assure him that is no problem. I eat his hole. We are starting from the shower this morning. He has had no visitors yet. I tongue him open and fuck him. Soon enough I add my eggheaded dildo—along with my cock. He loves the stretch of the double fuck. I pause, mid thrust. A bear of a man has walked in. He is Black and beefy. He unzips and strokes himself hard as I fuck a few more strokes. I step to the side. He slides into CB. He fucks him hard and fast, but not to orgasm. He nods and leaves. I grease up my bigger butt plug with the two ridges, a toy that often gives men pause. Cowboy Boots takes it easily. I do a stretch with my speculum, but it is not necessary. My greased left hand goes in quite easily. Another Black man is at the door. He is tall and angular and already has his dick ready to go. I step aside and let him fuck. This guy seems to like that I’m in the room and as an audience to his fucking. He suddenly stops and withdraws—thanking CB. I go back to work—and find he did indeed nut inside CB. I fist the cum deeper. I use a thick toy of his on him next. He knows the feel of this one and takes more of it than he tells me he usually does. I go back to my hand. We have another Black man, tall and very heavy, in the door. He just wants to watch. He sits on the couch and reaches down the waist band of his sweat pants and plays with his dick. I go back to fucking. When he’s had enough watching, he thanks us and leaves. I pull out the big black toy that is long and thick with the handle. CB takes it. Deeper than most men. I do another round of alternating hands and we take a break… * I had let Zane, my hairy scent pig (who is a host of the Chicago house party I occasionally attend) to see if we could meet during this weekend. It looked like we could, and then not, and then we could again. He came to the room in the middle of the afternoon. Cowboy Boots was entertaining in the bedroom, so we had the sling and the rollaway… “I don’t have long…” Zane looks great. His beard is fuller. I love how it grinds against mine as we kiss. We strip off our shirts. His face is instantly buried in my armpit—inhaling the aroma. He lifts his opposite arm so we can 69 each other’s pits. His are even more fragrant from being outside in the hot sun. We lick and nuzzle and kiss. We strip to jocks. Zane goes to his knees and sucks me. I have been hard from the moment I answered the door. He gets my juices running out the tip of my cock. His tongue is busy and knows where my hot spots are. He pulls off my cock, leaving it really wet. “Sling.” He nods and jumps in. His feet find the stirrups and he needs no help in getting his ankles comfortably into them. I go to my knees and tongue his ass with the same intensity as his dick sucking. My tongue is rigid and drilling into his hole. When he flowers open, I lick and spit and watch the hairs on his ass cling together. I stand up. My cock slaps his testicles in the jock pouch. His cock is hard and escaping from the side. I lean down and lick up a pearl of pre-cum and spit it on my cock head. Only then do I fuck my dick into him. He gasps and his eyes roll up. I hold for a second. We make eye contact—and I begin to seriously fuck him. My hips slap into his upturned ass with a wet slapping sound that fills the room. I eat his hole again. I stand up and drool some of his ass juice into his mouth. He groans and I begin round two. A slower, more deliberate stroke. He groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I don’t at first, but soon I am back to the fast first speed. “I want you to sit on my face.” “Rimseat?” “I didn’t bring it.” I lie down on the rollaway. He gets rid of his jock, climbs aboard and sit carefully on me. My entire face feels his damp ass hair—and my tongue is perfectly lined up to go even deeper into his asshole. He grunts and squirms, jerking his cock to my ass eating. He knows to ride my dick after awhile. He does it expertly. Raising up and slamming himself down on my thick shaft. He sits on my face again. He’s wetter now. His ass lube is in overdrive with my big dick. “Fuck me again. Please.” He gets off my face. We both want the sling. I glance at the clock and know I need to send him home soon. I spit on his hole and slide in. He has grabbed his cock and is jerking frantically. Our eyes connect again. I lean across him and kiss him. Deeply. We hold it a long time. We can’t get enough of each other’s tongues. But it’s back to fucking. Hard. Fast. Insistent. He jerks in rhythm to the plowing his is taking. I nod at him—a “go for it” look. He closes his eyes, his hand a blur…and the jizz arcs out of his body, covering his hairy chest... (One last Sunday session to come next time…) The original was posted here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Afternoon: Cowboy Boots Takes My Fist and Zane Takes My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2022

Chicago—May, 2022 The piss party was great. My dick was in demand. And I loved loading the young pig in the Andrew Christian underwear. If I was at home, that would have been more than enough play in one day. But I was in a hotel with 1000’s of horny men. I wrote a little. I tried to read. But my cock was restless. I put down the book and logged on. I looked at the list of cumdumps. This is when I find that ‘fuck me fast and load me’ scenario appealing. I didn’t need a ton of play. I just wanted to get my cock to calm down. Then I saw him. Inkedlust. The last time I had fucked him was several IML’s ago, when he had been the roommate of Cowboy Boots. They were offering up side-by-side asses. Tonight, this late, I knew he would be loaded. I knew he would appreciate my cock churning all his loads. I got his room number and off I went. His ass is still magnificent. Perfectly rounded as he waits for the next man on all fours. I stand in the doorway. Just looking. My cock swelling in my jock. The door has opened so quietly, I’m not even sure he knows I am here. I walk over, kneel and begin rimming his wet hole. Well, he knows now. He moans deep in his throat. I have hit a mother lode of cum. Is he pushing it out for me? Fuck, yes. I take it in my mouth, savor it and push most of it back into him with my tongue. This makes him groan again. I pull back and just look at his ass. I notice a stray drip and catch it with my tongue. I push it into his hole before I spit on it a few times. My cock is raging. I stand up. I sink easily into the creamy mess in his ass. I can’t imagine how much cum is in there. Far more than what I got in my mouth. I fuck him deep—but at a nice slow tempo. Even with the relaxed stroke, I am pulling cum out of him on every backstroke. After a few minutes of that, I can’t let it go to waste. I kneel, lick it up and spit it on his open pucker. My cock pushes it slowly back into him. Inch after inch disappears, until my pubes grind into him and become wet with cum and ass jizz. Now I really fuck him. Hard. Driven. I am not ready to add my load yet, but I am fucking like it could happen any moment. I look down at my dick. Once again it is covered. “Taste these loads.” InkedLust swivels around and cleans my cock. He moans as he does it. My cock is shiny—catching the little light that is in the room. He spits on my flared head and pivots again. I fuck into his hole. Hard. Wow. Could I be this close this fast? I slow for a moment—and then build back to that hard driving fuck. InkedLust takes a hit from his bottle of poppers. He offers them to me—his hand just reaching blindly in my direction. I take a hit. I instantly go to my knees and felch. I lick and spit on his puffy hole before I drool some of the viscous mixture on my cock. In an elevated popper haze I stand back up and slam into him. He squeezes down me at that moment—and I’m there. There can’t be much in my balls, but I feel like I keep firing and firing deep into his juicy guts. * I’m not sure I really needed to write this up. But it was hot, different and I get to use a picture of his hot ass again! That pic, of course, is on the main site: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Saturday Late Night: Loading InkedLust (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 29.2022

Chicago—May, 2022 The next day was the piss party. It had been awhile since I had attended one. Not just the lockdown had kept me away. My frequent trips to Toronto to play at Fukd had often been on the same weekend as the piss gathering. I was excited to return. I could do with getting wet again. It’s an afternoon start time and there was a ton of traffic on the drive north to the bar where it is held. I had been chugging my water and tea. I just needed to time it so I was ready to piss when I got there—but not when I was stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on Clark Street… I am in the door and haven’t pissed myself. In the main bar I’m asked for my driver’s license and vaccination card. Did it say that on the confirmation letter? I have them, but they are locked out in my car. I remember just in time there is a picture of both on my phone. I proceed to the back bar and go in. The party started 20 minutes ago. It’s longer than usual since it is IML—I am pretty sure I can’t do six hours of piss play. I strip down and hand my bag to the Coat Check Otter. We embrace—but I know he will be too busy to play. I make my way into the crowd. I need to find someone who wants piss. There are two men in the inflatable pool. I pull my cock out of my filthy Fukd jock. The guy’s mouths open like it is feeding time in the nest. I send a strong stream to one and then the other. I finish with splashing hot piss on both their cocks. I love that they kiss each other and share my piss between them. I see my friends who live in both Chicago and Palm Springs. I go to chat with them. In moments, the more bottom pig is on his knees, sucking my cock. I am fresh out of piss. Well, at first. Finally I can feed him. Not much, but I give him a couple of short blasts. He stands up. “Would you fuck me?” He leans on a bench that is near us. I go to my knees and eat out his hole. I stand and send a couple of piss blasts onto it. I go back to my knees and lick it up—forcing some inside him. I stand and I enter him. Slowly. His partner watches as the length of my dick slowly disappears. As I start the fuck stroke, the partner begins to piss on my dick. I love the sloppy sound of my fuck—as I pump some of the liquid into the ass I’m reaming out. Finally, I stop. I kneel and clean up his crack. The partner now gives me everything he’s got in his bladder. I drink as much as I can. When his stream runs dry, I stand. We have a three-way kiss as I yellow-ball some of what I’ve kept in my mouth to both of them… * I fuck ass. Lots of it. Good wet ass. Sometimes with others pissing on it. More often not. A Cub I recognize from here introduces me to his new partner. I love that they are both here. And the new partner seems to really like watching me fuck his man. We like it, too. So much I do him a couple of more times during the party. I love the feel of his ass. And the skills he uses to squeeze me occasionally. The new partner watches, a little wide eyed at how much cock is going into his guy, as I plow… * “Hey, you’re FelchingPisser right?” I nod. The guy is tall. Taller than me. And younger by a good ten to fifteen years. “We’ve been talking on AssPig. Fuck me?” I bend him over, piss on his crack and eat his ass. It’s a muscle butt—hard as granite. With just enough hair in the crack to excite me even more. I stand up and slide in. He takes me, hungrily. “Fuck me, man. Piss fuck me if you want.” I tell him I’m pretty well drained right now—and I want to piss fuck when I have more than a couple of spurts. He agrees and begins to groan—reveling in the long dicking I am giving him. The moment I pull out, he spins around to clean my cock. I promise I will be back when I have a full bladder… * I sit on the bench built against the side wall. A man comes over and asks to suck me. I nod. He has the largest nipples I have ever seen. Huge. He kneels and swallows half of me down. My hands find his nipples. I twist them. It’s his cue to deep throat me. And he does. It is so fucking tight in his throat. I let go of his nipples and he comes up for air. We do it again—halfway down, twist and deep throat. It’s wild. It almost hurts his throat is so constricted around my cock—but I like it. We keep it up for a long time…halfway, twist, deep throat dick clamp… * I wander. I piss a little on the balls of a guy getting a blow job. I eat a wet and fucked ass or two. I find a furry Otter and a hot guy in Andrew Christian backless underwear fucking. Both are half my age. The Otter is bent over and letting the AC clad young man fuck him. I watch for a moment. “Want his ass?” asks AC. “Sure.” He pulls out. I surprise him by cleaning his cock. I spit the slime on the Otter’s furry butt crack. Then I fuck it into him. The Otter squeals—and is covered in piss by AC. When I pull out, AC fucks him again. I stand behind AC and hose down his ass crack. There is not a hair on him—the contrast between the two men is fabulous. The moment I have no more piss, I begin tonguing his ass on his back stroke. Soon, he just buries himself in the Otter and so I can truly eat his ass. I lick up every drop. AC pulls out of the Otter. “Fuck me.” I waste no time filling his ass with my wet cock. He’s tight and very appreciative. The Otter turns and strokes to our fucking. He manages a little piss that lands on AC’s bent over back. I slap the wet ass and fuck him harder and harder… * I have been tanking up. I find the Tall Guy from AssPig in the back corner. “Ready for that piss fuck?” He is. He bends, holding onto the damp cinder block wall. I rim. I fuck. I stand still and piss. With my cock balls deep in his muscle butt. I have to think hard to get the plumbing to go from fucking to piss. But it works. With barely losing any hardness I piss into his ass. A never ending stream. Tall Guy moans. He can feel it. Every drop. “So heavy, man. It feels great.” Now, as the stream runs dry, I begin to fuck into this ass full of my piss. Soon it is sloshing inside of him. Some comes out on my backstroke. A piggy bystander kneels and gets some of the backstroke splash on his face. When I pull out, there is a mini waterfall that I quickly kneel and swallow. I come up and kiss the Tall Guy, some piss from his ass going from my mouth to his… * I have been here close to four hours. It’s time to breed and leave. I look for the Tall Guy, but can’t find him. Instead I see the cute young guy in the Andrew Christian underwear. “Want a load?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy.” He bends over—ass on display. I eat him out again. He’s been busy since I opened his hole. I stand, and enter him. He is hard and stroking with each thrust I make. “I want your cum…” he whispers. “Make me yours…” That does it. I teeter on the brink for a moment—and then let him have blast after blast. I marinate in his ass for a long time. Standing absolutely still. Getting my breathing back to normal. When I pull out, he turns and cleans my dick of the cum clinging to it. He looks up at me, his eyes begging. I can just manage a few spurts of piss to wash my cum down his throat… The wet original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 27. 2022

I think they are worth a sex trip to get to one. I also went to the Fornication Weekend Retreat. Those posts will be coming up in about a month.

Chicago—May, 2022 (This continues right on from the last post…) The Fornication guys take a break. Dirk hugs me one more time before he leaves. I stay in the third floor play area with the sling and the fuckbench. The Cute Younger Top with the long hair finds me there. He has become very versatile after his fucking by Ray. “Will you fuck me in the sling?” I nod—wondering silently where the tatted boyfriend is for they have been inseparable all night. I get his ankles in the stirrups. They tilt his hot ass to the perfect angle for me. I kneel and begin to feast on his wrecked hole. He is loose and leaking both cum and lube. I lick him clean as he jacks his bigger than average cock. I lick all the way up his crack and tongue his balls, too. “I’ve shot like three times tonight,” he moans as I suck them. I finally knock his hand away to suck the head of his cock—hoping for some precum for his hole. I don’t get any, but I still spit on his loose pucker one more time before I fuck myself into him. His eyes roll up into his head and he grabs his cock. “Fuck me hard, daddy. I want to get off one more time.” I take him at his word. I fuck him hard. The sound of my hips smacking his ass fills the space. I look down at this young man, his long hair framing his face, totally lost in his lust of the moment. He is grunting with each of my strokes. His jerking is now in time with my fucking. I feel he can’t last much longer—and suddenly he is there. He is having a totally dry orgasm—there’s nothing left in his balls to shoot. I slow, I stop, I pull out. I lick his hole—cleaning him up. I stand up, lean across him and kiss him. He sucks my tongue. He obviously loves the taste of his ass as much as I do. I hold on to him until he is ready to move. I help him out. “Now I can go home…” He kisses me one last time and is gone… * Keshawn finds me still near the third floor sling. “I just got fucked by Aaron Trainer.” “Yeah?” “And I did him, too.” This leads us to fuck again, with Keshawn bent into the sling and holding on. I go looking for Aaron. I would love to get into that ass. I find him in the dark second floor area, but he is so busy topping, I just watch for a bit. A slight breather—and then I continue on. * I end up back on the third floor. Luke Morrison is pounding into guys on the sling. A cute young man in a knit hat, very tan and very fit, goes from watching Luke to watching me. He comes over. He kneels and begins to suck me. He gives good head, taking me deep until he chokes. He loves the sound and how he has to pull off me quickly. “Will you fuck me?” “Sure.” “I’m really tight—is that a problem?” I shrug and suggest he gets up on the fuckbench where I did Dirk. He lies down and I go to my knees to eat him out. He’s right, he’s tight. He loosens but I am leery of my dick going in. There are a number of men watching us. A young guy, around his age is stroking his five-incher. I stand up. “I think this young man should help to open you up.” Hat Boy is all for it. Surprisingly, so is Five-Incher. I hand him my lube and make way. I stick my dick in Hat Boy’s mouth. Five-Incher glides right into the tight ass and begins the fuck. “He’s tight,” says Five-Incher. “Get him loosened up for me.” Hat Boy groans at this—around my dick. Five-Incher must like the idea, too. “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Hat Boy grinds his ass back and takes the load. I move around. The kid won’t let me clean his cock, but I am treated to the cum filled hole. I lick and swallow, lick and spit. “That was hot,” says an older Latin man. “You want the next size up?” I look. He is just over 6 inches. I look at Hat Boy—he nods. The guy steps up onto the platform. I lube him by licking Hat Boy’s dripping hole and dripping the collected semen on the new guy’s dick. He laughs and pushes into the ass of the hot boy. He fucks. Hard and rhythmic. “You gonna load him?” I ask. “Naw. Too early in the night.” But his dick has other ideas. “Oh, fuck! No!” And he is spewing into Hat Boy. I kneel. He marinates in HB long enough for the sensitivity to peak so he can let me lick him clean afterward. Keshawn is now watching us. “Looks like your turn,” he says. I stand up. I fuck Hat Boy hard. Keshawn swings his big dick in the kid’s face. “I’m next,” he says. I pull out and step to the side. Keshawn cleans my cock and starts to fuck the kid. HB is game—but even with two loads to help, he finally taps out on Keshawn. I clean up Keshawn’s cock and Hat Boy’s ass. We help him off the bench—as the floor is now a mass of cum and lube… * Dirk Caber is working the first floor sling. He is in full top mode. I watch him fuck a guy. We catch each other’s eye. When the guy gets out of the sling, I move closer. “You want to fuck me again?” “Yeah, I really want to see your face as I fuck.” We adjust the sling for taller me. A kid walks up and demands Dirk suck his dick. Dirk apologizes and says he gets throat infections easily so he’s not doing that tonight. The kid won’t believe it. “I’ve seen you do it in videos.” Dirk sighs and reminds him videos are about angles and editing. I murmur in Dirk’s ear to ignore him and get in the sling. He does. I think for a moment that my eating Dirk’s hole has shut the kid up, but no. He now starts asking about Dirk’s personal life. Dirk remains polite—but I can hear him working at it in his answers—while trying to stay focused on what I am doing to his ass. I stand up and fuck. He feels great. The face to face is working for both of us—but the constant chatter from the kid is really distracting. I had hoped that this would be my breeding moment for the night—but it’s not going to happen with this guy nattering on in a very loud voice. I finally stop. I get Dirk out of the sling. We hug and I kiss him on the cheek. Damn… * I go to the second floor darker area. Ray Dalton is there, using someone in the sling. Beside him is the Master, my fuck bud from Thursday afternoon. I look at the man in the sling again. Ray is fucking Master’s boy as he watches. I catch Master’s eye. He comes over to me. “That should make some good eating,” he says gesturing towards Ray’s cock fucking into boy. I agree. “Want to come back to our room?” I nod, just as Ray finishes the fuck. Master moves to help boy out of the sling. Ray is asked by a guy in the crowd if he’ll bottom. Oh, shit—I have wanted to fuck Ray since I first saw him in Piss Break. I think for a minute and decide that will keep for another day. I need some of the connected play with these two. I really want to bring our earlier sessions to a climax. We go up to third floor. They have a room with a double bed. Mirrors are everywhere. I lie on the bed. Master has boy suck me as Master watches and jerks. Then Master sucks my cock as boy sits on my face—letting Ray’s fuck juices seep down into my mouth. “Fuck him,” says Master. “If I do, I’ll breed him.” “Do it.” “Yes, please,” adds boy. I sink into him. I fuck. I close my eyes and see the highlights of the night: The long haired top, Hairy Crack Bottom, Keshawn, Dirk, Hat Boy taking loads, Dirk, Ray plowing the ass I’m in right now… Bam—I’m there. I spew my pent up cum into boy. I collapse on the bed. Both of them are on me, kissing and licking my spent cock and sharing… * A side note: Keshawn told me later he was fucked by Luke, Aaron and Ray and topped Aaron. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday Night: Fornication 2--Fucking Out The Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 24, 2022

Chicago—May, 2022 I had heard a lot about Fornication from Keshawn. He had been to a couple of them—and loved the energy the porn guys brought to the sex party. He wondered how it would work at Steamworks. Would partygoers be up on the third floor with special tickets? The answer from Ray that afternoon was that no, there was no special admission price for Fornication tonight. Just look for the performers around the bathhouse. I was horned. I needed a good group fuck party. I got to the bathhouse around 10pm—an hour before Fornication began. Security was high—bags were limited in size and checked. My pockets and ankles/socks were examined. It is a drug free party—and Steamworks was stepping up to make sure that they protected Ray’s performers. I got a locker and stripped to my jock, wrist band and boots. I tossed the towel over my shoulder and set out making a tour of the three floors. On the first and the third there were slings in new places. I guessed this might be where the fornication guys would be… PIC POSTER I have ended on the third floor with my tour of the building. I like how my cock is just sort of swollen, not hard. It is stretching the pouch of this mostly clean jock. I go back down to the dark area on the second floor where there is a public sling, some gloryholes and a fuck bench. I stop on the steps down to the bench. Two beautiful men are fucking, with a bevy of guys in towels clutched around waists, watching. The bottom is gym built, between 45 and 50, a dusting of hair on his ass (and on his chest I eventually discover) and lots of it in his ass crack. Tats are on his muscular shoulders. The top is younger, more swimmer built and smooth—but for a glorious big bush, currently being smashed against his partner’s ass. His hair is long and sways with his fuck stroke. I take a moment to just watch before I move closer. My cock has erected. I am standing to their right. The Top sees me first. He nods. “Look who’s going to fuck you next,” he tells the bottom. The tatted bottom turns his head and grins his approval. “You’d like to fuck my man?” says the Top, with a slight smirk. “Please.” He pulls out. I kneel and begin licking the hairy ass crack. He’s an ass creamer—he’s wet and ready. I see the Top feeding his dick to the tatted bottom. I stand up and slide in. He is now very full of cock. I fuck hard and long. When the Top guesses I am done, I surprise him by eating the fucked hole again. I ask if he wants to fuck. “I get him at home—I want to watch you fuck him some more.” I gladly slide in again. Hairy Crack Bottom groans and calls me a hot fucker. I plow him hard. When I’m done, the couple kisses—pulling me into it, too. All three of us know we are going to fuck again before this night is done. * I go get some head at the slurp ramp. A guy takes me fully down his throat the moment my cock emerges from the hole. Only then do I remember all that ass jizz on my cock. The sucker seems to not care. Keshawn enters the room, on the cock sucking level. I excuse myself from the sucker and go greet him. We kiss. Keshawn bends and takes my spit covered cock right there. It a simple hello fuck—not long, not hard—as natural to us as shaking hands for some. A younger guy watches us. “I would love to take both your cocks.” Keshawn and I grin and take him to the first floor sling. We get the guy into it. “You better go first,” he says, looking at our two dicks. I eat him out and he takes my cock. Just. I can tell he has never had a bigger one from the look on his face. How the fuck is he gonna take Keshawn? I fuck him slow and long. Stretching his ass. Keshawn feeds the guy his dick. We switch. Keshawn is just too big. The guy taps out. We get him off the sling and onto some seating nearby. He tries to sit on Keshawn, just as Ray Dalton arrives to man the sling. It must be 11:00pm. The kid begs off—and Keshawn gets up and hugs Ray. Ray is great with faces if not names. He recognizes Keshawn from previous parties—and me from this afternoon. Ray grabs my ass. “You ready for me?” I shake my head. An insistent guy comes up to Ray and asks if he’s really fucking anyone tonight. Ray leads him over to the sling and shows him that indeed he is doing just that… * A bigger Latin guy takes me to his room as he doesn’t want to get fucked in public. But he loves dick I his hole… I fuck a hot Black ass on the third floor fuck bench, while a white guy jerks off to us… I watch porn guy Luke Morrison decimate asses on the fuck bench where I started. I hear him tell someone he’s a top only so I know I won’t be there tonight... We are into hour two of Fornication. The porn guys have rotated floors. I find Ray on the third floor at another sling. There is fuckbench nearby. Ray is plowing a squealing man. He is totally connected and into it. The beautiful couple is watching Ray. They come over and we watch as a unit our hands idly playing with cocks and asses. Ray finishes up, getting the squealer out of the bench. Ray hugs him—a hug that seems as sexual as the fuck. “Who’s next?” Hairy Ass Crack raises his hand. Into the sling he goes. The Top moves closer to watch. I find Keshawn—and fuck him, braced against the wall. Hairy Ass Crack is now out of the sling. He sits carefully on the edge of the small platform the fuckbench is sitting on. The Top beckons me over as I pull out of Keshawn. “Will you open me up before I let Ray into my ass?” I bend him right there and eat out his hairless butt. Hairy Ass Crack loves seeing his partner used. He actually gets fully hard. I eat. I fuck, with him braced on his partner’s shoulders. Just as I’m building speed, Ray is ready for him. I pull out—very pleased I could help… * I wander. I get my cock sucked. I go back to the third floor Fornication area. Ray is still fucking. There is a beautiful man on the fuckbench. And Hairy Ass Crack is rimming him. I move around to watch this. He stands up and gets his dick in the man, but he goes soft quickly. “You need this guy,” HAC says to the beautiful man, slapping his ass. We trade places. I go to my knees. My face is buried in this guy’s ass. “Damn, you’re good…” the guy groans. Hairy Ass Crack bends and whispers in my ear. “Make Dirk as happy as you did me.” I stand up. Well, fuck me, it is Dirk Caber moaning over the tonguing I just gave his ass. My cock head slides into him. Slowly and smoothly. He welcomes me with a slight squeeze. I push on in. Hold. And fuck. Here I am in another man I’ve jacked off to for a long time. I always liked his look, but his maturing into a Daddy really turns my crank. Dirk is panting and telling me how good my cock feels. HAC moves around and cradles Dirk in his arms—his head turned so he can see me pile drive into Dirk. I finally stop. I help Dirk up. He’s a little shaky on his feet. We embrace. Holding on to each other as tightly as we can… Next time—my final two hours at Fornication. The original post, with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday Night: Fornication Party (part one) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 23, 2022

Chicago—May, 2022 Cowboy Boots and I had breakfast again, comparing notes about our different evenings. I went back to the room and made notes about the various cumdumps I’d visited the night before. It got me thinking that I wanted more from CommunityCumhole. I checked the BBRT listings. Of course he was available. I didn’t go instantly. I wrote a post for here. I waited until after lunch and went back to the pale ginger… I open his door. I hear loud groans. My bud Keshawn is plowing his enormous cock into CoummunityCumhole. Keshawn, who is totally naked, glances over his shoulder to see who is entering the room. His face lights up on seeing me. I come around to see Keshawn’s prick wreck CC’s ass. Keshawn pulls out. I drop to my knees and clean his dick up. Keshawn playfully pushes my face into the damp hole he has just fucked. My tongue makes CC squirm and plead for cock. I give it to him. The door opens. A white, hot, tatted man around my age comes in and strips totally naked. I give way to him. He fucks CC with a languid stroke as he watches Keshawn kneel and suck my cock. When he pulls out, Keshawn moves around to lick him clean. I eat CC’s hole and fuck him again. As I fuck, I see Tatted Guy finger Keshawn’s hole. He finds it wet and turns to fuck him. I expect CC to object—but he seems perfectly fine with another hole being filled besides his own. The door opens. A Black guy around Keshawn’s age comes in. He strips down, too. He is shorter and thicker, but with a scimitar of a cock. Not huge, but large and with a curve that must send bottoms into heaven. I pull out to let him fuck, but Tatted Guy goes in again. I go to my knees and suck on that scimitar. Keshawn kisses the new guy as I do it. Soon he kneels next to me and we pass the curved dick back and forth with our tongues and mouths. Scimitar steps over to CC’s ass. “Let me have a turn,” he tells Tatted Guy, who obligingly pulls out and takes his cock around to CC’s mouth. Keshawn sits me on the other bed—and sits on my dick. “Fuck, yes!” CommunityCumhole is loving the curved dick. So much so that he begins being very vocal. Tatted Guy comes to us for fun instead of CC's mouth. Keshawn bends over and takes him up his hole again. I get underneath them to watch. Scimitar doesn’t stop fucking until a ripped white 30 something enters. He pulls out a nice dick and fucks CC. Long and hard. The rest of us watch, but play at the same time. Scimitar fucks Keshawn. I suck Tatted Guy. We reverse. I get sucked by Tatted Guy and Keshawn fucks Scimitar’s very round, bubble butt. Ripped guy just keeps on plowing. Scimitar offers his ass to the two cocksuckers, too. Tatted Guy fucks him first. I eat his hole out after that—and have just entered him as Ripped Guy has an explosive orgasm. His vocal is a long howl of pleasure. We all ring the bed. Keshawn cleans the cummy dick as we all take turns fucking in the new load: Tatted Guy first, then Keshawn, Scimitar and finally me. After each fuck—and pushing that new load incredibly deeper—each guy gets dressed and leaves. Being a gentleman, I clean up CC’s hole with my tongue before I go. I also mark his ass with the marker for another load taken… * I went to the vendor mart late that afternoon. I am always curious what is new. But I didn’t need dildos or leather gear. I finally found Ray Dalton, the porn star, and his Fornication booth. Ray created a drug free fuck party called Fornication, where he hires porn stars to not perform—but to fuck with the attendees. Keshawn has been to at least one, maybe two of them and thought they were terrific. Fornication is now here at IML and would be held in the bathhouse tonight. I knew I would be going. I found Ray and introduced myself. At the top of the month our mutual friend, The Professor, who has appeared in so many pages on this blog, had died. I wrote Ray as I knew they were close. Ray not only wrote me a wonderfully warm and heartfelt note, but wrote and published a lovely obit in the Fornication newsletter. We hugged and teared up a little in the middle of the IML chaos. Ray answered my question about the event (More on that in the next post.) We reminisced a little about The Professor. Ray also introduced me to a porn newbie, a man my age, Reuben Foxx. But Ray was now being besieged by men on all sides with questions and photo requests. As I stood there, a little dazed, I was grabbed, turned and kissed squarely on the mouth. I had to focus fast. Well fuck me, it was my porn bud, Jake Morgan. I stuttered a “Hello!” and watched Jake's fabulous butt vanish in the milling crowd… The original post, with some pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday: A Mini-Orgy and Some Porn Guys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 21, 2022

You have mentioned this to me before. I am at a loss. It is the exact opposite of how I play.

Chicago—May, 2022 I had a quick dinner and made some notes about the Master and the boy for my future write up. Then I logged into BBRT. The quick connect and the party ads are overflowing with men. But everyone is a cumdump. No one seems to want to actually have or want a true sex party. I look around and select two who seem interesting. During my time, a top friend lets me know I should visit a guy he’s whoring out. I get room numbers for the three. I might not make it to all three if one of them is superb. But I have options—and I like that… I go up a few floors. I start with CommunityCumhole. (Yes, that is his real handle. I asked and he wants to be identified here with it—it’s good business.) He has a great reputation and I know is based in the Midwest. We have not met. The door is shut but the lock is taped over. I give one rap and push it open. There is not much light, but I can easily see a larger man fucking the lithe ginger on all fours on the bed nearest the window. He finishes up. He does not add a hash mark to the butt cheek, so I assume he did not cum. He zips up and leaves. I move behind CC and kneel. My tongue sinks into his used hole. He is very wet. My cock goes from erect to swollen. I lap some out rather noisily and spit it back into him. He groans—and I don’t want him to think I’ve come just to eat his prize… I stand up. My cock glides in. Easily and smoothly. I fuck. The cum he’s taken froths. I pull out, lick it up and spit it on his hole before fucking it back inside. The door opens. An extremely handsome guy in his 30’s comes in. He strokes himself to hardness as I fuck, his big cock jutting from the fly of his jeans. I nod to him and pull out. I stroke and he proceeds to throw a very hard fuck into CC. I love watching this hot, Italianate man plow into the white, white skin of the ginger on the bed. He suddenly pulls out. Is he a silent cummer? I offer the magic marker to him, but he shakes his head as he forces that hot, hard cock back into his jeans and zips up. I go back to eating CC’s hole and then fuck him again. The door opens. A couple comes in. One quite big, one quite small. The small guy unzips—and begins a jack rabbit fuck the moment I pull out. His friend or boyfriend strokes—but never touches anyone. The small guy suddenly grunts. He marks CC’s ass—and he leaves with the bigger guy, just getting his cock back in his pants as they go out the door. I go back. There is a froth of cum around his hole. I clean it up. I stand to go back in—and an alarm goes off. CC has to get ready for a function. I tell him I will come back another day. I go up a flight. This door is actually ajar. I walk in. My top friend, big and Black, smiles at me and tells me to unzip. I do. A mousy man is rutting hard into a 50 something out-of-towner on all fours at the foot of the bed. Mousy Man looks at me over his shoulder. He fucks even harder—and shoots a load. “Let this tall daddy clean your dick,” says the host. (He knows me too well!) I do--savoring the cum. I also save some to reverse felch back into the cumdump. I still don’t even know what this pig looks like, except he has a shapely butt. I spit and push it deep. The cumdump groans. “He’s a nasty man,” says the equally nasty man who’s hosting this guy. I stand up and fuck. He’s juicy and loaded. I fuck. Hard and fast. I make his loads froth. I spend time licking them up and spitting them back in. I fuck. I am near loading him. The door opens and it’s a drunk. The host moves fast to steer him out, buy my moment is gone. I fuck some more, make him clean my dick and tell the guy I need a break. I go down the elevator and to the other tower of the hotel. This one is a duo. Two friends or partners, in their 20’s, according to the profile. I open their door. One is in a sling and the other on all fours on an arm chair. The one in the sling is getting fucked. A guy is watching and stroking. I fuck the blindfolded guy in the chair. It’s very low—so I am doing deep knee bends to fuck. The guy in the sling has a hood on. He takes the load. I fuck him next. He grunts as I piston in and out in his loads…and then he holds up his hand, in need of a break. I go back to the one in the chair. My dick is covered in cum. “I have cum for you from your friend.” I push in. The pig grunts—and after a dozen strokes asks me to stop. “No dicks refused…” I mutter as I zip up, quoting part of their ad. I shut the door. I go back up to the cumpig with my friend. They are surprised I’m back. I just make a beeline to the bed. There is more load oozing from this man. I lap it. I fuck. And I shoot my load in with the countless loads all ready in his guts… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Thursday Night: Trying Out Some Cumdumps (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 20,2022

Chicago—May, 2022 Cowboy Boots and I had really good eggs Benedict the next morning. I think he went off shopping and I wrote a piece for the blog. By the afternoon, I was horned. I got online. There were a few more men in the hotel by this point. I saw that an old fuck bud was here. He is a man well known in the gay community. I only seem him at these events. (See: “CLAW: Master and Slave.”) The Master is a man my age, incredibly dapper. But once the suit and tie come off he is a delicious pig. His snow white hair was still impeccably trimmed but he now sported a pandemic goatee. We had not seen each other since 2017—and needed to re-connect. He did not have his slave with him, but he had new boy in tow. “He is off doing some Chicago things, but come on down so we can get re-acquainted. You can meet him later.” I grabbed my lube and went down a couple of floors, using the stairs… The door opens. Master looks great. Stark naked. Are there more tats on his body now? I can’t tell. We kiss deeply. I ditch my clothes but of course, I put my boots back on. My jock pouch is mounded. He drops to his knees and gnaws at me through the stained fabric. He groans out “I’ve missed this…” and proceeds to lick the pouch, making my cock swell even more. His teeth pull it away from my body and he is now giving me deep, very wet, head. His mouth is now going to my balls. He gets the hair there incredibly wet with his saliva. And suddenly he drops to my boots. Licking the toes of them—hard enough that I can feel it through the leather. I love that this man who is Dom with others, totally subs out with me. “Get on the bed. I need to eat your ass.” (How many times will I be saying that this weekend?) He scrambles up on the bed and presents his butt. His hands reach back and pull his cheeks apart. My tongue pushes in. I eat him out, leaving a ton of spit behind. I rear up and slide my dick into him. Slowly. Inch by inch. He gasps—and takes me all the way in. He groans into the top sheet. I hold for a long moment after I finally bottom out. I grind my pubes into his stretched hole. The Master pants—and tells me to fuck him hard. “Fuckin’ use me.” I begin the fuck—my pace faster than I expect. I love the sound of my balls slapping his ass. He groans and goes into his own fuck head space as I pick up the fuck speed. I pull out, my flared head making a slight popping sound. “Let me taste it…” I move around to his mouth. He hungrily cleans my cock of every drop of ass juice. I go back around and fuck him again. I feed him my wet cock again to clean. And this time we kiss so I can share in all the juices. “Sit on my face.” I lie down on the bed and he happily straddles me. He slowly lowers his fucked hole to my waiting mouth. Now I tongue fuck his hole. Eventually, without prompting, he rolls off me so we can kiss. He can’t get enough of the taste of his hungry hole. Without any warning, he rolls me over. His tongue finds my hole. He groans as he eats my ass. When he finally stops: “So you know, the boy doesn’t eat hole—but loves his eaten.” I file the info away. “I have to piss, do you want it? It might be strong.” We go into the bathroom in case it’s nasty. I kneel and instead he feeds me really sweet piss. I save some in my mouth for when I stand up and kiss him. We pass it back and forth with our tongues. We go back and fuck some more. I even grab a towel, get it under him and piss in his hole before I lick some of it out and then fuck the rest deeper into him. We take a breather. “I will text you when the boy is here and ready.” We take a break—I get the text in an hour or so. “Boy is waiting and eager.” I go downstairs again. Both are naked. Boy is solidly built. Maybe 40. And eager. He is all over me, under the watchful eye of Master. I get the boy on the bed on all fours. Master feeds him cock and I eat his hole. Soon enough I switch to my dick. It’s a great fuck—we go round and round, both using both his holes. The boy is just as hungry for the taste of his own ass as his Master. I instruct Master to lie down on the bed, face up. I have boy on all fours over him. I fuck—and Master can lick my cock as it pounds his boy. It’s hot…and raises the temperature of the room. I fuck and fuck… “Let’s flip this,” says the Master. The boy gets under, the Master straddles him. I fuck—and boy is just as enthusiastic of tasting Master’s ass jizz on the underside of my dick. We re-group. One sitting on my face and one riding my cock. I let Master decide when they should switch who is where. I am in total bliss as I have ass on both my cock and tongue. The boy pulls off my cock. He goes between my spread legs, lifts them and begins to eat my ass. I groan—and the Master, who has dismounted, just grins at me, shaking his head with that ‘you never know’ look. I fuck them both one more time. I would like to breed, but the guys need to be at some IML function…We promise to come back for more later. I go to dinner…and wonder what the night will bring… The original post is here, along with 1418 others: From My Side of the Sling: IML Thursday: Master and boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2022

Chicago—May, 2022 Sometime during our bathhouse play at CLAW, Cowboy Boots asked if I would like to be his roommate at IML. I told him I had planned on going, but to just a couple of events of the leather weekend—and thought I’d stay in a cheaper hotel. Well, he had a suite at the host hotel and the man he thought he’d be sharing it with had made other plans. I told him I would think about it. Once I was home, I realized I did want to spend a little more time at the event. I sent CB a text saying I’d be happy to split the room with him. He wrote back that he would like to treat me. And that I should bring the sling. It was already packed and ready to go. Cowboy Boots had gotten an extra day, so I drove into Chicago on Wednesday—the day before most folks arrived; a day that is for the organizers and vendors to set everything up. I was curious to see if the hotel would be busy. I arrived safely and with less city-driving hassle than usual. The Congress had had a much needed renovation since I had last been in it. I got there before CB and went up to inspect the room. It was indeed a two room suite with two walk in closets. The view towards Lake Michigan was lovely. CB arrived. He was concerned there was only one queen-sized bed when he had told me there were two doubles. We ended up having a rollaway out in the living area as well. That way if I needed to go to bed, Cowboy Boots could continue taking random loads out there before he joined me in the big bed. It worked perfectly. The sling was also set up in the living room and available. I have eaten dinner and it’s time for sex. I decide to start easy. There are not a lot of men on BBRT and not enough men in the hotel yet to go cruising, looking for an open door. I talk to someone who is helping one of the vendors do set up, but he doesn’t actually know his schedule for the evening. Cowboy Boots is prepping to have a night of open door as a cumdump. In the flashing lists, I see a man who I know. We have fucked, but we tend to talk more via a sex forum as he lives several states away. He is here. And he is even in our tower of rooms. I go down a few flights. His door is ajar. Eroswired is sprawled on the bed, ass up. I am in my flight suit, so I can just do one zipper and be naked enough to fuck. I kneel behind him and dig my tongue into his full ass. He can’t have been sure when I opened the door if it was me, but now he knows. He groans. Lots of men don’t bother to use their tongue on him. They should. He responds with moans and perhaps a “It’s all yours, Sir.” I eat my fill. My cock is oozing precum. I want to give it to him. I stand up and smear it onto his pucker. I kneel again and eat some more. Now I’m ready. I stand up and slide into him. He takes me, working his ass to make it a most pleasurable entry. I hold to let him adjust---but he’s already ready. The man was trained well. Literally. I begin to pump into him. He groans again. I let out an involuntary moan myself. My cock is responding to his skills—his squeeze and release or the slight push back onto me. He keeps it varied. I never know what’s coming. I fuck the hole of the man trained to service any man’s cock. Hard. That thought actually brings me very close to spewing my seed. But for some reason my mind shuts down the impending orgasm. We fuck for quite a bit longer, but it is suddenly much more just pleasant friction. I pull out. He cleans me. We chat a little. It’s his first IML. I remind him that this is a bonus day—I have never been here this early. The hordes arrive starting tomorrow. * I go back to the room. As I open the door, it hits a soda can. Ah, Cowboy Boots is expecting others and has his early warning device out. I find him ass up on the bed. Waiting. I let him know it’s me by sinking to my knees and licking his ass crack. He’s wet. I can’t actually tell if it’s cum or lube. I don’t care. I just want to eat his ass. I love the wetness and moan out my pleasure in doing him. He tells me that he’s been fucked a lot—he’s not sure if anyone unloaded. I don’t care—and tell him so. He tastes so damn good. I stand up and fuck him. My cock loves the juices of his ass. I pump my cock into him over and over… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Wednesday: Two Familiar Asses (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2022

Near Home—May, 2022 IML was the next week. But here is was a Saturday night—and I was horned. I hadn’t been to the nearest bookstore at night in a long time, so off I went. A man was coming out as I parked. He took one look at me and did a U-Turn and followed me back inside. In the light of the store I recognized him as one of my regulars who loves sucking my cock. We nodded to each other as I got in line to get my ticket. The male attendant sighed as I told him I wanted the theatres. The straight side was malfunctioning he told me. He had hit on the solution of alternating movies in the gay theatre. He was currently showing a straight one and a gay video would be up next. “Is that alright?” he asked. I nodded and gave him my money. For cramming us all into the smaller room, it is not crowded. I easily find a seat. There is a man in the back corner I recognize. The guy who followed me back from the parking lot, now follows me into the theatre. He sits down front. There is one other man I can’t really see in the shadows along the wall opposite. I unbutton and stroke to the very pedestrian straight porn. The bearded man in the back corner is closest. He nods to me. I nod back, stand and offer him my dick. He kisses the tip, the sides. He takes me in his mouth but everything he does with his mouth still feels like a kiss. It doesn’t feel bad—just not what I’m used to. I get tired of it rather fast, thank him and sit back down. Mr. Parking Lot, who has been watching me with Cock Kisser, now nods at me. He literally crawls across the floor to where I’m sitting. I love his version of cock sucking a lot more. But before he can really get going on me, his phone goes off. He all but runs out the door, not to be seen again that night. The man in the shadows comes over for Cock Kisser. He turns out to be short and dark. He seems quite enthusiastic about the mouth on his cock. He gives Cock Kisser a load in fairly short order. A long lull. The movie changes to a gay one. It’s decent if not incredibly hot. Another bearded man arrives. He is around my age, 6 foot-ish, well built and graying around the temples. And I know he loves my mouth. He stands against the back wall and pulls out his bigger than usual dick. He’s semi-hard. And ready. I go to him before Cock Kisser can entice him over. I kneel and take him into my mouth. I love feeling him harden up the rest of the way as my tongue works him over. He lets me be in control for a long time, but finally he fucks my face. When he stops, I go to tonguing his very hairy balls, with my left hand stroking his cock. And now my knees are screaming at me. I move around and sit on a chair on the back wall. Bearded man is right there in my mouth. Cock Kisser goes to his knees and sucks me. The sexual heat of the room goes up a few notches. I love to be sucked while I suck. We go at it for quite some time. I am feeling generous now. I stop sucking and pull Cock Kisser off me and let him have a turn on Bearded’s big cock. I squirm back to the floor and move around behind Bearded. I pull his white underwear down and begin licking his hairy ass. I have done this once before with him, so I know he likes it. He really loves this treat of a tongue on both sides of him. I burrow into him as I can hear the blow job getting wetter. The door opens. We don’t stop, but we slow down. A man walks in. He stops to look at us for just a moment before sitting in the front row of chairs. The light shining from the screen reveals he is likely somewhere between 38 to 45. He has a long, red beard, cropped red hair tight to the scalp and the pale white skin that so often goes with gingers. He is wearing shorts and a tee. He looks at the screen and sighs. (Ok, we’ve stopped playing now and are looking.) He gets out his phone and begins watching straight porn. In moments he unzips and pulls out a dick that is very close to my size. He strokes. Cock Kisser salivates. I look at Bearded and smirk. We all stroke. Then: “Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?” He spreads his legs. Waiting. Ogling the phone. I am there, faster and spryer than Cock Kisser. He doesn’t let me show off much of my skill, he makes it clear he just wants deep throat action. I try to oblige. He’s thick enough that it’s hard. Cock Kisser comes over, stands behind the chair and plays with his nipples. “I don’t like that.” CK tries just a hand on his neck, massaging. “Stop it.” Cock Kisser goes back to his chair, defeated. The Ginger suddenly pulls out of my mouth and begins to jerk his dick. “I need to stand up to be sucked.” I know that for me that would be an easier angle, but I’m still in a sharing mood. “Try his mouth.” I point to Cock Kisser in his corner. I get out of the way as Ginger moves to him, taking his phone and the over enthusiastic moans of the woman on it. Ginger pulls down his shorts, revealing his hairy, white ass. I want to dive in, but think better of it. I go back to sucking Bearded as Cock Kisser tries to do what Ginger wants. I am kneeling right behind Ginger. Bearded is really turned on now. He is pre-cumming like crazy. His cock is making very wet sounds in my mouth. Suddenly he is there. I groan in the back of my throat as I get a nice sized load in my mouth. I swallow and clean him up. As my hand releases Bearded’s nuts, they brush Ginger’s ass. “Shit, did you get your fuckin’ cum on me?” I assure him it’s all in my mouth. Ginger pulls out of Cock Kisser’s mouth and turns and shoves his thick cock back in me—and halfway down my throat. “I’m gonna shoot!” he declares, bringing up the phone to block me out with the image on his small screen. It’s a huge load. He shoots over and over. I can taste a little, but most is shot straight down myt throat. I can feel his urethra swelling with each splat of cum. He is loud, but wordless, as he enjoys his orgasm. I clean every drop. He’s too spent to stop me. He finally pulls out of my mouth, zips up with no other wipe down and leaves. I have to hurry to get my raging dick into Cock Kisser’s mouth so I can give him every drop of my load… The original, with comments from my core readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2022

Near Home—May, 2022 So after my so-so bookstore experience on a Saturday afternoon, I was back at my regular haunt on a Tuesday afternoon (really?). Different men plus a different place equaled a different experience entirely… The parking lot is full enough to be potentially interesting. The straight theatre has a smattering of men and a horrid point of view movie. I don’t even linger to get hard. I go around to the gay theatre. Only one man is there. The movie here, too, is quite lame: Twinks trying to act long scenes before the sex starts. But I sit down. I take out my dick. There is just enough action to get me hard. I look over at the other man. He is a thickly built bear in a loud tee, shorts and sandals. He catches my eye and says hello with a moderately thick southwestern twang. He tells me he is from Texas and just passing through. He asks if there are other places like this in the area. I fill him in with what I know. As we talk, he takes a drink of soda and then carefully applies Chapstick. We move on to other things: early crushes, losing our virginities and college life. He was a closet gay for a long time. “But out and proud now.” I tell him of meeting my partner so early in my coming out—and how it truly turned me from a boy, though 20, to a man. And not just from the sex. We are having one of those conversations where it is easier to talk to stranger than a friend. But it can’t last. Finally: “I sure would like to suck that monster you’re stroking.” My dick’s gone half soft with all the talk, but I stand up and let him get me hard again. The guy is good. I like his variety of suction and tongue action. I hold my cock and let Tex lick my balls. He loves the scent of them and says so. Soon it’s back to the cock. It’s all good, but not enough to make me shoot. I finally sit back down. The Chapstick comes out. The door opens. A regular walks in. I have sucked this man any number of times—and he has done me. Logically, he takes the offered mouth of the new guy in town. Tex makes short work of him. I am glad to see he swallows. The regular leaves—having paid the admission for 5 minutes of sex. Tex pulls out the Chapstick. We chat more. And the twink movie freezes up on the screen. “I’ll take care of it,” says Tex and ambles out to the front desk to get them to change the film. He’s gone for a bit. Likely a piss with all the soda he’s been drinking. The new movie starts, just as he comes back in. “I asked her to put on something I picked out.” It’s Filthy Fucking Orgy from SkynMen. PIC And he’s right. It’s hot as fuck. He still doesn’t stroke—just sort of gropes himself. The door opens. A 30-ish otter. Hair coming out of every opening on his white A-shirt. His shorts are already plumped. He sits to the side and slightly in front of us. The Otter kicks off his sandals. And in moments a big, thick dick emerges from the shorts. He must hate the feel of the zipper on the base of his shaft, for he quickly stands up and shorts drop to the floor around his ankles. He kicks them into a pile on top of his sandals. There is a white jock, framing a hairy, hard bubble butt. He sits for a moment—and finally strips off the A-shirt. He’s naked, hard, hung and hairy…and jerking hard to the hot movie. And to us. He has looked back in our direction three times already. He spreads his legs in the classic “I’m available to be sucked” move. I look at Tex. He indicates he can’t do the floor—I should go for it. I stand up, my cock jutting straight out. I kneel and look at the Otter. He grins and spreads his legs wider. I suck his thick dick—having to be really mindful of my teeth he is so thick. He grunts out his satisfaction. Tex has come over to stand behind the Otter’s chair, run his hands over the hairy chest and tweak his nipples. I think I have an easy load. Minutes from now, the way he’s pre-cumming. I finally have to come up for air. The Otter reaches down and hefts my cock. “You need to fuck me with this.” There is actually a beat of silence before I answer—did I hear him correctly? “Fuck yes.” Instantly we move. The Otter bends over the back of a chair. I go to my knees to rim his hot ass. The hair is sopping wet before I even begin drilling into his pucker. His butt hole tells the tale…he is fucked quite often if I am any judge of gape. His pucker now flowers open with my tongue eating him out. Tex uses the seat next to us to lower himself to the floor. He is not going to miss a chance to suck that beautiful dick. He squirms around and begins to suck. I take this as my cue to fuck, and stand up. “You want this raw cock in you…?” I let the sentence dangle, giving him the choice. “Fuck, yes. Breed me.” My lubed dick begins the slide to home. He is a clamper. He squeezes down on me in a rapid, practiced way as I work my way in. He groans as my hairy pubes meet his hairy hole. I grind them together before I start the fuck. In and out. Making myself go slowly. Tex suddenly squeals around the dick in his mouth. I want to kill him if he’s gotten the Otter off before I can start—but no, it’s Tex that has shot giving head. He squirms around and watches the fuck from below. I am fucking full speed now. Finally, Tex sits up, some ass jizz splattered on his happy face. “I’ll let you guys fuck in peace,” he says as he stuffs some paper towel into his undershorts. The door bangs—and I pick up the pace even more. “You got a big load for me, Daddy?” “Oh, yeah. A nice three day load.” I fuck faster. Harder. My hips slap that hairy ass with a wet sound that turns both of us on. “Give it to me. Don’t make me beg…” I slap his ass hard. He shudders and suddenly I’m there. “Here it comes, man…” The Otter groans. I groan and shoot round after round into his wet hole. I hold in place for a long time. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to break the connection any more than I do. Finally, I pull out. I go to my knees and clean up any cum that has escaped. The Otter moans. “So…hot…” I stand. He spins around and kisses me, hungering for the taste of his sloppy hole… * He asks for my phone number—and I have a text waiting for me when I get to the car… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Texan and the Naked Otter (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 11, 2022.

Jackson—May, 2022 The afterglow of CLAW, and then Keshawn’s birthday fuck, kept me going—which was good as I needed to concentrate on a brief work contract. It was not until the next Saturday that I could even consider playing. I decided to hit a bookstore—but not my usual haunt. I went back to the one that is sprawling, with lots of diverse porn viewing stations. In the past, Saturday mornings and afternoons had been fun there. I was curious to see who would turn up. I packed a lunch and set off… There is next to no one here at 11:00am. I walk the entire layout. Three men are scattered around the different viewing stations—and one of them leaves for the booths downstairs as I pass him. I settle in on a big overstuffed chair in the larger gay area. In moments, the older of the two men left comes in. He is easily 10 years older than I am, also tall and thin, and he seems a little unsteady on his feet. He asks to suck me. I nod and, using the support of the chair arms, he makes it to his knees. I have had good luck with older men and their practiced oral skills. Not today. He is constantly nicking my flared head with his teeth. I stand up and fuck his face. This helps for a moment, but he can’t sustain it. I ask to take a break. I help him up and he leaves. I touch my dick. It reeks of his saliva. I can’t imagine what he’s eaten to make it smell this way. The restroom is just steps away. I wash my dick and balls. And then my hands. And do my dick once more. I go back to my chair and wait. More men arrive. No one seems interested in sex—either giving or getting. I make the circuit again. I settle down in the Trans area. A good looking, grey haired white man is stroking a seven incher. I sit and stroke. Soon enough, I am on my knees and he is in my mouth. He drools a lot. We reverse. Neither of us are worried about the load—just making each other feel good. He goes off, I think downstairs. I wander. The guy with the horrible smelling saliva follows me. I find another contemporary in the gay area. He is short and thick—and his dick matches his body build. He sucks me for a bit, and then I do him. I can feel at least two more inches of cock behind his gut. Isn’t a bigger dick a reason to try to get back into shape? Then I stop thinking about it as he gives me his load. I turn Mr. Saliva down, who has been watching us. He goes on his way. I sit in the smaller gay area and stroke. A handsome Black man around my age, grey haired with a sprightly gait comes in. He makes a beeline for my cock. His sucking skills are amazing. I can’t help wondering if some bridgework has been removed from his mouth. He gropes himself underneath his pants, but he never gets his cock out. When his knees tire, I help him up and thank him. I agree that he can find me later. I eat lunch out in my car. I see more people arrive—but none of them are in the lounge as I go back in. I avoid Mr. Saliva with a wave of my hand. I settle back into my chair in the small gay area. In comes the handsome Black man. He gives me great head again—this time knowing more about my pleasure points. He spends a long time on my balls. Again his knees give out before I am close to a load. I stroke. I avoid Mr. Saliva one more time. I want to go home. While hardly a horrible time, today is not taking off. I work harder at stroking—concentrating on getting close. It works. I go looking for that great mouth. I find him in the Trans area. “You want my load?” He doesn’t say a word; he just grins and gets on his knees. I push into his mouth. I watch the happiness in his eyes as he licks my cock. I let him set the pace. He effortlessly takes me to the root. Then spends a long time tonguing my cock head. Now it’s to the root every time. Over and over. My balls contract. I am actually going to be able to shoot from oral sex. Once more he swallows me—and I’m there. I blast away into him… * This certainly shouldn’t be labeled on here as ‘bad’ sex or even ‘odd.’ But it certainly wasn’t how I hoped the day would go. The last time I was there at that time on a Saturday, we’d had a great mix of all ages—and all types of play. Today I felt like I was the youngest man there—and that’s really saying something. It was a good reminder that half the fun of the hunt is that a decent two star day makes the four star times that much sweeter. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Head (and No Tails) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 9, 2022

This feels like a topic from 2008. I haven't seen condom use for a very long time and I play a lot in public spaces. But I'm not a cumdump....so maybe I just don't see it.

Indianapolis—May, 2022 I came home from CLAW and self isolated for a week. I was fine. Tired, but fine. It took until the end of that week to even feel horned again. This proved to be perfect timing as Keshawn wanted to do something special for his birthday. He had also invited a good looking man (who was a vers/bottom) so Keshawn could be his versatile self. I liked the idea of the variety that this offered. Devious scenarios played in my mind as I packed the sling and drove south. I arrived first and began to set up the sling in Keshawn’s living room. He told me the versatile guy had cancelled and that there was now a top coming, a man who had been at the basement party I had attended in Indy. I was stripping as the guy arrived… We all greet each other. (I do remember the top—I’d sucked his daddy cock repeatedly as it pulled out of some hot butt.) Keshawn is naked. The Top, beefy and fairly hairy, drops his pants and is bending Keshawn over the back of the couch before I can get my boots tied. I watch them fuck for a moment. When the Top pulls out, Keshawn spins to suck him clean—leaving his freshly fucked ass for me to enjoy. I go to my knees and lick up the juices. I spit once more into his hole, stand up and push in. Keshawn’s arms go around the Top’s waist to hold on as I plow his hole. I fuck him hard. He grunts out his pleasure around the cock in his mouth. Keshawn stops sucking and pulls off me. He moves around—now it’s his turn to clean me and get fucked by the other top. I hold him in place as he takes another pounding. Keshawn takes it like a champ. We all pause for some water. Keshawn goes to the sling. Each top takes an ankle and gets it into the stirrup. “Eat him out,” the Top tells me, as he takes his dick up to Keshawn’s open mouth. The room is full of moans: I make sounds of deep satisfaction as I lick him, the top groans at Keshawn’s oral skills and Keshawn himself is moaning deep in his throat, where the cock can’t quite reach. I stand up and fuck. His ass feels totally different now that he is on his back. I fuck him with really long strokes, rocking the sling back and forth on my cock. With the sling moving, the other Top strokes himself as he watches. I invite him to take a turn. He comes around and slides in. I move to slap my cock on Keshawn’s face. The Top fucks him in quick jack rabbit strokes. The sound of his hips slamming into Keshawn’s ass fills the space. I go around to clean his cock, but he’s now semi soft and stroking it back to full hardness. Did he shoot in there? My tongue explores, checking for traces of sperm in the hot ass. I don’t find any, so I fuck. Long and slow. Keshawn takes me eagerly. The other top is stroking faster now, to get back to full hardness. He suddenly blasts a jet of cum into Keshawn’s mouth and across his face. “Fuck! I couldn’t help it,” he groans in response to Keshawn’s surprised look. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. I hold out my hand by his chin. Keshawn knows just what I what I want. He spits most of the copious load into my hand. I coat my dick with it while I look at the Top. “I’m fucking you into his ass.” I slide in—his ass now coated with nature’s best lube. I fuck him hard, frothing the Top’s cum. I pull out—and grin. I have to take picture: PIC I move around so Keshawn can taste the load left on me dick. Then I go back to his ass and collect all the frothed, stray cum and lick his ass perfectly clean. I spit it back into his now slightly gaping hole. The top is stroking Keshawn. I know he will blow anytime. I will myself to get close to cumming. I increase my fuck pace. Keshawn cums. Massively. It is all over his chest, his dick and his balls. I bend, keeping just my cockhead inside him. My tongue licks up as much cum as I can reach. I spit it into my hand and coat my cock again. I plow it into him. Keshawn yelps out a “Give it to me!” And, miraculously, I do. The feel of two cum loads in his hot asscunt makes me want to add to it. I’m there. I shoot, one huge blast and a lot of smaller ones. I hold on to the top of the sling frame and pant, letting my cock marinate in all that cum… * Short (under an hour) but very sweet! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Loading Keshawn for his Birthday (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 6, 2022

I think that's true....

Talk I enjoy from a cum dump: "Fuck, you're bigger than you looked online..."

Thank you! I just posted the second half...check it out!

I may well be fucking you, then....

Cleveland—April, 2022 (The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues from the previous entry.) There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall. I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs. I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man. But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock. I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before. He hops into it, with very little encouragement. His hole is wetter now. I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it. A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes. I offer him a chance to fuck Bob. “I’d rather get fucked.” “You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling. We both get the young man into the stirrups. I eat his fresh, unfucked hole. Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock. I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it. I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker. He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home. Bob bends to suck him again. It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck. The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels. It can’t last. We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever. Bob swallows and swallows. With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky. Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me… * I do a tour. I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area. I slide into him. Easily. It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him. His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound. It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five. But no one wants to take over from me. As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?” I nod. “Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” We leave it there as we both go off for our next man… * I go back to the new wing. On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy. I watch over to the side. They have both seen me arrive. The kid grins and Daddy nods at me. Daddy pulls out. I wait to be asked. Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand. He pulls me to the platform behind the swing. It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight. Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench. The kid tells me to lie down. I do. His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently. Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs. He begins to hungrily suck my cock. He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before. He has been well trained. Or he’s a natural. He leaves my cock very wet. “Fuck me,” he murmurs. He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall. I want Daddy to see more of the fuck. I tell him to turn 90 degrees. I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke. Blond Boy is very wet now. I fuck him hard. Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy. Other men stop and watch, too. “Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him. I nod. I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench. He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock. With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly. He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below. When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound. “I want to eat your butt.” I lie down. “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” His eyes light up. “Yes, SIR.” He sits. We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out. He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep. His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth. He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock. He is facing away from me. I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass. I turn to look at Daddy. He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. “Ride him hard, boy.” The kid pumps onto me even harder. He stops and gets off me. He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach. He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass. He rides me. I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck. He is jerking his cock as he rides me. “I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room. And he does. It’s not a big load. But it totally wipes him out. He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest. I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight? I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean. His jizz is incredibly sweet. He leans down and gives me a peck. Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed… * The pornsters are now performing on our bench. I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room. He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man. I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him. I move in. “Want some more?” He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left. He feels very warm. A load? I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too. We chat a little about his CLAW experience. I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy. It’s getting late. The porn guys take a break. I move back towards the platform. A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather. His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock. I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene. I move closer—and he goes down on me. A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian. When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star. He tells me his porn name. I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.) I nod and force his head back down on my cock. “Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.” I start taking charge in his mouth. I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues. He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time. Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock. We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage. The Black kid finally pulls out. He doesn’t want to cum. My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud. Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me. He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass. Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me. I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck. I slide in. I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass. Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed. I begin pumping into him. The two friends pass poppers back and forth I am there. No, not quite. I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole. Perfect. I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2022

Cleveland—April, 2022 I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market. I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little. I was returning to the bathhouse that night. I was meeting a specific man there. We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs. But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet. We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit. And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men. He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time. Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend. I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago. He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life. We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date. The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two. I found the room of my fisting date. We played— though there was little connection. He didn’t want to open the door. I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot. Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do. So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him. (Three toys at once, at one point.) And then I left. It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW…. I find Bob in the new play area. It is being nicely used tonight. We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass. Another man works his nipples as I lick him out. I stand up and slide into him. Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck. I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck. So different from the Horse Market. We take a breather—and go in separate directions. I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes. I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack. “Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs. “There’s a number on your back. Can I ask why?” Damn. I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one. I tell him it is from the Horse Market. “What’s that?” I describe the event to him, hoods and all. All that anonymous bareback hole and cock. I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror. “And you did that?” I nod. He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door… I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole. I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker. He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall. I stand up and give him a hard fucking. I have no idea his age or looks. Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills…. * I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room. I go back into the new equipment area. A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling. I watch over to the side with a few others. The Daddy sees me first: “You have a nice cock.” “So do you.” At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy. It looks very girthy. “Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?” The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me. “Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass. “You know I do. I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.” “Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…” The Daddy pulls out. He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth. I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole. It makes me moan into his ass. The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it. I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack. Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick. My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head. I fuck it into the kid. He groans. Daddy says: “Make me proud. Take him.” I start slow and build. Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck. The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. “Take a turn. I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy. He gladly complies. “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.” He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him. Then he does it to me after my next fuck. “Can he breed me, Daddy?” “Ask him.” “I won’t shoot for a long time yet. But find me later, and we can try…” We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break. They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man… * At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it. He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy. This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock. He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick. “I watched you fuck that blondie. Would you do me?” “Sure.” He smiles again. It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind. He gets in the sling. I kneel and eat him out. He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin. My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole. I stand up and fuck. The man is vocal. In a good , encouraging way. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy. And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise. He strokes his cock. I think he may shoot at any time. I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again. It is extra wet now. He groans out “Let me taste it…” I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth. He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again… “Damn…you have just made my CLAW.” This only makes me fuck him harder. (More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.) The Original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2022

Cleveland—April, 2022 I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths. I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening. I was going to my first Horse Market. In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. The arrival time was 6:00pm. The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity. As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck. (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!) We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes. I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots. (After all, it was a leather weekend!) My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back. The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play. (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally. CLAW rents it for the weekend.) There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against. We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares. There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares. The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours. Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area. They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another. One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type. They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play. Thank you! Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room. The Mares were being led to place and hooded. The tension amongst the Stallions was electric. Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace… There are men everywhere. Most are ass up. A buffet of butt cheeks. Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display: a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt. Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest. Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt. I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up. We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first. My hand caresses the hairy cheeks. I kneel and begin to rim him. I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue. My mare groans and thanks me. I rear up and slide into his hole. “Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out. But he takes me. Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole. Over and over. All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them. The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan. I love making eye contact with the other tops. One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking. I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion. This induces the other tops to move around, too. All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event. This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock. We fuck hard. We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole… * One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him. This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room. They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal. I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended. I have fucked all body types now. There is only one white hood in the entire room. I have seen only one man play with him so far. I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up. I let him feel the condom on me before I push in. He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels. I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him. The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too. Only then do I go and fuck the howler… * I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees. I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it. It’s my shortest fuck. I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks. Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment. Each hole willing and now all very wet… * The Stable Hands are being kept busy now. Mares need breaks. Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs. I find the hairy man—I started with again. He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass. I fuck him again. I tell him I was the first dick in him. He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut. * The crowd has started to thin. The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing. I find another hairy guy in the main sling. I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him. The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut. I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs. My tongue digs into him. I taste the mix of loads. “How many?” I ask. “Six, Sir…” I slide in. “Fuck!” I churn the loads and make them froth. Two guys stand on either side and watch me work. I pull out and make the pig clean my cock. Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth. “I need to come,” says one of the watchers. I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass. I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig. I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig. “How many now, boy?” “Nine, Sir.” I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth. I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide. He moans as the cum drips into his mouth. “I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him. I go down and eat him once more. I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls. I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole. I fuck him hard. And I’m there. I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking. He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest. The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads. He is led away, cum dripping down his legs. The room is almost clear. There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking. I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand. The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started. I walk over to him and stroke his ass. I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again. “Can you taste my loads?” I grunt an affirmative. My tongue snakes deeper. And damn, my cock wants to fuck again. I stand up and slide into him. I fuck in his slippery ass. One stroke, four strokes. Eight. And I shoot again. I can’t believe it. But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market… The origianl, with links to their site, is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: My First Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 29.2022