FelchingPisser

Indianapolis—July, 2022 It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me. His response: “Sure!” We agreed to meet at 7pm. I wondered if anyone else would be there that night… I am undressing at my locker. Jock is left on. Boots are being laced and tied. Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around. I turn. It’s Mark. He sees me, too. He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room. I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him. Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face. He inhales deeply. A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard. He succeeds. My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side. He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth. At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens. A man sees us and comes over to watch. And stroke. His six incher is rock hard. It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man. Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself. His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. “Get his dick, too,” I murmur. I move Mark’s willing mouth over. The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung. He has a good seven incher. I move Mark to welcome him to the group. He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age. We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn. And reach for the balls of the guy next to us. Mark is now on a breathless rotation. He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again. Mark is rock hard. At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself. He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping. “Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher. “You can start,” I tell him. “Naw, I wanna see you do it.” I pull Mark up. He willingly bends. Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass. I finally stand up, but he is just too tight. “Let me,” says Six Incher. He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener. He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me. I slide in as easily as I did a week ago. My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass. Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark. He wanders off. The smallest guy watches. I think he’s going to shoot. I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does. He moves off to the showers. Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines. “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.” He leaves, too. Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me. “That never happens to me,” he sighs. “Thank you.” I thank him by licking his wet ass. * We go upstairs to the small TV room. “Can I rim you again?” he asks. I nod. “How do you want me?” “On your back with those long legs in the air…” We spend the next 15 minutes or so with Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. He tosses me a bottle of his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. He does, too. We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer. He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue… I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch. * We decide to separate—and see what we each might find. I play with a Black guy who gives good head. He does not want me to touch his drooling cock. I wander. I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher. SI waves at me through the glass door to come out. I join them. “Is he doing a good job?” “Hell, yes.” I sit next to Six Incher and stroke. Mark now splits his time between the two dicks. We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally. Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him. “He told me he ate your ass?” “Really well. Do you want him to do you?” “I want to see him do you!” I stand and bend into the chair. Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker. I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face. SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out. “Now fuck him.” We change places. My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face. He strokes to the live porn show. “I’m gonna shoot.” Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. “Drool some onto my cock.” Mark does. A creamy glob covers the top of my cock. “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher. “You are breeding him after all…” We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off. “Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest. Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out. It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load… * In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back: You Never Fucked Me The original on Blogspot is here: From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2022

Not that I could find. The small sling room is often quite dim--but not black.

I am on my way home from Fornication Weekend, a weekend of play and discussion about sex, hosted by Ray Dalton. One of the guys, new to bareback asked the same question --and a roomful of men who take loads answered. The consensus was that it is just this--triggering those pleasure/reward centers.

Indianapolis—July, 2022 On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again. It was an interesting mix of men… I am ditching my clothes in the locker. A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching. He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it. Gorgeous. I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him. My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. “Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs. “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth. Honestly, it’s a horrible angle. I disengage and stand in front of him. He can lean in and suck me down. And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly. He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans. His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me. I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue. He gives it, groaning at the smell of them. Finally, he sits back to catch his breath. I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock. “Damn, you suck dick?” He seems genuinely surprised. Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…” I go for his balls. He squirms. And pants “I’m going to shoot.” I make it back up to catch the entire massive load… I go up to the third floor. Not many men are about. I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room. We nod to each other as I pass. I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch. The porn is good. I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next. A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room. He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick. We nod to each other. He doesn’t sit. He kneels and takes me in his mouth. He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length. He manages half of me the first time. Three-quarters, the next. He come up for air. “Damn, that’s nice.” He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch. And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush. He comes up well pleased with himself. “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.” We decide he should sit on it—to be in control. He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass. He greases me too. He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in. My head slices him open. He stands and re-considers. He tries more lube and sits again. The same thing happens. “Let’s use the sling,” he suggests. We go down the hall. He leans into it, chest to webbing. I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t. I start into him. I get the head in. He pants. Another inch. “Out! Please!!” He’s all apologies. And I never see him again. * I am alone in the steam room. I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring. I sit and relax in the dark back area. The steam starts up. I melt against the wall. The steam is thick today. I can’t see anything. I hear the door open. I hear the man walk towards me. He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me. I can’t tell anything about him. I touch his head. He has short hair. I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is. He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load. The steam kicks off. Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head… * Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived. He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour. I told him I did. And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on. He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor. He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim. He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years. He gets me on the bed. Then moves between my splayed legs. “Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.” He does. Yet another great mouth. I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too. He does—and then my taint. His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down. “I want to sit on that.” He greases me up and lowers himself down on me. He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it. I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed. I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him. He yelps—but in a good way. He suddenly becomes really submissive. Giving me permission to use him however I want. To fuck him hard—to do anything to him. I pull out. “Clean my cock.” Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause. Then he does it. His tongue tentatively touches my dick. He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat. Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth? I go back to fucking. I pull out again. No telling him this time. He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick. He cleans me up. Every inch of my cock feels his tongue. But he’s over heating in the small room. He asks for a break. He share a kiss and I take off… * It’s time to go. I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room. He is there waiting on all fours. I kneel behind him and eat his used hole. “No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.” I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now. OK?” “Yes, Sir!” I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 1, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 Readers may remember my computer issues in July. My computer was giving me fits for most of my time away from home. One day it would work and on the next day two characters would appear with a single key stroke. By the last full week of the month, I knew I had to replace it. I asked Keshawn if he would go shopping with me. He would. I arrived at his house. Of course, we decided to fuck first… “Did you bring the sling?” I have to admit I didn’t. There was no room in my car for it with all the other things I had to bring for my job. “It doesn’t matter. There’s always the bed.” For all the times I’ve been in his apartment, we have never used it for sex. I have slept there, but sleep is not on either of our minds right now. We both strip naked, well, down to black athletic socks for me. I sit and Keshawn kneels between my legs. He slobbers over my cock in the best possible way. It’s a very wet blow job. He is stroking his massive cock while I lie back and enjoy his mouth. “Fuck, do my balls, too.” He does. Leaving them as wet as my cock. We change places. I don’t try to take him into my mouth for fear of nicking his huge head—but I lick every inch of his shaft and balls. I roll him onto his back by lifting his legs and licking his ass crack. I hear the poppers open and then his groan as I poke into his pucker, the moment the vapor does its work. He opens easily. He is so ready for my cock. “Fuck me,..” he moans. I lube myself as I eat him out. I stand up, bend a little and push into him. There is a moment of pressure—and then I slide in. All the way. Every inch of me is buried in his sweet ass. I hold for a moment as my feet slip on the carpeting—but then I begin to fuck. A slow drilling of his hot hole. My long legs tire faster than usual with the low bed. We change up. I sit again and Keshawn cleans my cock. He loves the taste of his ass on my dick. We grease up and he rides me. It’s a hot shot—that black ass on the white shaft. I grab my camera. PIC When he gets off me, I have him bend over the corner of the bed. It’s my turn to taste our fuck juices. I kneel behind him. I lick and swallow his ass jizz flavored by my precum. I make sure to use my beard as I rim. “On your back.” Keshawn complies. This is an even lower bend to get into him, but I really want to watch his face as I thrust into him. I’m not disappointed, he shows his pleasure repeatedly as I pound away. He inches back and I go with him. Soon I am no longer standing, but kneeling on the bed, still working my cock deep into his hole. We break for water. And cock sucking. And rimming. I have him stand at the corner of the bed again. He braces himself. This time I don’t rim him there, but I fuck him. I fuck him hard enough he loses his balance and we both collapse on the bed. Laughing. We go back to Keshawn on his back. I am pretty sure he knows he is close and wants his cum all over his chest and not the sheets. I bend enough to spit on his hole and again on my still slick cock. I fuck into him. He beats his cock faster and faster. He moans and shoots a huge load all over his chest. I mop some up with my left hand and coat my cock. I push my jizz drenched dick back into him. I fuck no more than four strokes before I am shooting myself deep inside him… Short and sweet—and leaving us time to shop. I loved the idea that we went to the store with my cum still inside him! The original post has pictures of me in his hot ass. Here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 28, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I had a night off. I talked online with a man about a meet. Forever. As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things. After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse. I had not been there at night during this trip. The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock. Covered. We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me. I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers. He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly. The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. The place was pretty sparse of men now. I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment. I sat in the small porn room to collect myself. The video there was just good enough to revive my cock. A man walked in. And, boy, did my luck change… He stops dead in the doorway. He looks at my boots. My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft. My leather wristband. And finally, up to my face. He is tall-ish and blond. Handsome. His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something. He has a towel around his waist. It drops. He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear. “I know you.” I nod. “We met when I was working down here last year. You sucked my cock.” It’s his turn to nod. “May I?” He kneels. Sure of my answer. He sighs and takes me into his mouth. Fuck, yes. He is born to suck. He is wonderfully wet. His teeth are never an issue with my girth. He takes me down, choking himself on purpose. We both love to hear him gag. Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy. He takes a break and our eyes meet. “I remembered you as a great cocksucker. I’m not wrong.” “You never fucked me.” “You never asked.” “I am now—I want this up my ass.” He shakes my cock as he says it. I stand up. I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more. “Get me good and wet...” He does, slurping loudly. I point to the couch. He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back. His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian. I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole. He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric. I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again. He has three different brands of poppers with him. He hits the first one. His hole flowers open. He is so ready for me. I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. “More lube. It’s been forever.” Lube is added. Now I bottom out. I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change. I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. I pull out. I eat his ass again. He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. I fuck a second round. When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock. He groans in the back of his throat. The vibration sends waves through my dick, too. “Sit and let me suck you.” I sit. He gets lost in sucking my cock. This time he spends a lot of time on my balls. Lifting them. Getting my cock ring super wet. Tonguing my taint. And a little lower yet. "You want to eat my ass?” He nods, pulling my legs up. I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming. He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers. I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit. I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel. The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be. Finally, I have to fuck him again. My cock is aching for his hole. He lies on his back this time. He is really low for my long legs. “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.” He nods. Happily. I get him in. It’s my turn to rim. Forever. And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax. He poppers up and pants out his pleasure. I fuck. Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together. I pull out. I need to catch my breath. “Get in the sling. Let me eat your hole again.” Well, fuck! We exchange places. He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole. He gives me a different bottle of poppers. It’s my turn to pant. He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass…” He comes up and we kiss. A long time. Passionate and wet. It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss. The kiss breaks. I whisper in his ear. “I really want to breed you. May I?” His answer is to kiss me harder. When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?” We go back to the couch. I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter. “I want your cum, man…” I stand up and slide into him. He clenches with each thrust. Suddenly, I’m spurting. But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax. I groan. He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself. He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue. That does it. I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. This time I get the full deal. Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure. I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back… * It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number… The origianl is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Never Fucked Me" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 26. 2023

It was a good night at the bathhouse. It isn't about numbers--but the right guys!

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

Indianapolis—July, 2022 On a full day off, I went back to the bathhouse. I mean, I needed to make the membership pay for itself. Right? I visited during the same lunch hour time frame. It was every bit as hot—or hotter… I am sitting in the small porn viewing area on the third floor. I have had an attractive man on my cock, but one with little talent. An older man now saunters in, his towel on his shoulder, his cock semi-hard. I have seen him here before from in previous years. He was once solidly built. It is sliding now that he is somewhere north of 68. He nods to me. I nod to him. He uses the couch to kneel in front of me. He bends over my cock and starts to give me wonderful head. It is wet and delicious. He groans as my cock swells and gives him several drops of precum. He swallows before his busy tongue now moves to my balls. Once they are wet, he stops and looks up at me. “What would make you really happy?” Before I can answer, he continues. “What would make me happy is for you to let me lick your asshole.” In answer, I hunker down so he can get at it. “Naw, not here. Come to my room.” Neither of us bother to cover our raging cocks on the short way to his corner room. “I’ve watched you fuck guys in the sling here. You are just the kind of guy I love to worship. Orally.” I sit on the bed as he tosses his towel behind the television (which is, of course, playing porn.) “I have always wanted to taste your hole.” “How do you want me?” “On your back...” he whispers. Then: “First.” I move to the edge of the bed and roll back, grabbing my knees. I feel really vulnerable and exposed. But the moment his tongue touches my pucker, I forget all that and just let him give me pleasure. The man groans. He slobbers on my hole. He tongues it hard and before backing off to gently lick it. Fuck, let a man do what he loves. My ass crack is incredibly wet with his saliva. My cock is dripping profusely. I wipe some off with my index finger and stick it in my mouth. Then I do it again—and feed it to the man who is giving me the terrific rimjob. The taste of my precum makes him work even harder. “Roll over onto your knees.” I do. He has to adjust his kneeling position so he can reach me. He eats me out, drilling into my now wet, and looser asshole. He groans again. Louder. I am sure he has just shot all over the base of the bed. He rocks back on his knees as I turn around. I get down, avoiding the pool of jizz, which is forming as it runs down the bed frame… * There is a bear in the same room as the bear I loaded on my last visit. I don’t think it’s the same man, but it’s hard to tell in the shadowy darkness of the room. I go in, and slip inside the guy’s butt. Nope. It’s not the same guy. He feels totally different. He just lets his ass go as loose as possible as I fuck—he has no tricks to clench down on me. I thank him and leave. I go to the basement deciding to steam for a bit. A blond, in his early 40’s is watching porn. He has a great, taut body. He is jerking like crazy. When he sees me on the stairs, he waves me over. “Would you twist my nipples so I can get off and get home?” I sit next to him, happy to help. I twist. He grunts and strokes. I lean in and nibble, he strokes faster. “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs. I lean in more and my mouth replaces his hand on his hard cock. “Oh, holy fuck…” he groans. And shoots. It’s a nice big load. I am glad he didn’t waste it. He thanks me and heads for the showers as I continue on to the steam. The door makes a deep swooshing sound as I open it, which means the steam is running. It is dark and the clouds of mist cling to me as I make my way to the back. I stand against the wall. Almost immediately, I feel a hand reach out for my half hard cock. I let the man I can’t see fondle me, then suck me. The steam kicks off and slowly clears. I like the picture it reveals. A big Bear is sucking my cock and jerking his own. A young Latino with two toned hair is sucking off an Otter. The Latino is on the floor so his ass is pointed right at me. My sucker tires quickly when I don’t instantly give him the load. He gets up and wanders off. I sit opposite the other pair. I can’t take my eyes off the Latino’s ass. He’s slim, late 20’s, and his butt is a spectacular bubble. There is a tat on his back—a true tramp stamp. The man he is sucking is in his middle 30’s. He is hairy and mostly thin—with a slight covid belly. I am sure the two know each other. I love that their hands are busy, too; a touch to the sucker’s head, the Latino caresses the thigh next to his busy mouth, the Otter reaching down to the Latino’s shoulders—and then on down to his ass. I am hoping for an invite to join. But it is not to be. I finally get up and move to the door. “Did you see the size of his dick?” I can hear the whisper,at the other end of the steam room. It has to be the Otter, as the Latino never looked at me. I go out and rinse off… * I wander. I watch some porn on the big couch with the four screens. A very hot man in his early 40’s is lounging in the door frame of a room that is over to my side. I am thinking about seeing what he is looking for just as another man moves to him. The door shuts. Almost instantly I can hear a fuck in progress. I wander. And come back to the lower level. The man’s door is open again, though he is now inside. I move to the door. The room is totally black. From the depths I hear “You can fuck me as long as you don’t use a condom like that last guy.” I toss my towel and water bottle on the floor. For a moment there is enough light from the phone in the bottom’s hand to see him and how he is positioned. He is on all fours, with his ass right at the edge of the bed and ready for me. The phone blacks out. I go to my knees and surprise him by rimming him. “Eat my slut hole…” he moans. He tastes great. There may be no other man’s juices in him, but having gotten fucked, his ass is responding by self-lubing. I burrow in and make him wetter. I stand up and pray that I can find his hole in the total darkness. I have no problem—I am by chance aligned perfectly. I sink into him in one stroke—making him moan. The phone, now off to the side and on his pillow, receives a text. It dings and lights the room for a few seconds. I really like what I see. This lithe man is not terrifically muscled, but he has worked on his body to be incredibly tight and taut. My hand comes down on his ass—the sound filling the small room. I hear poppers open—and a huff taken. I increase the speed of my fuck. My pubes smash into his hard ass cheeks with every thrust. The phone lights again. This time I notice that he has a bandanna tied around his eyes. He can’t even see the momentary flashes of the phone. It makes the hot fuck scene even hotter. I slow down and begin a slow deep dicking of his ass. He groans. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he shifts. By chance the phone dings and I can see for four seconds where his ass is without fumbling. I fuck him hard. I touch his soft cock. He actually reaches down and takes it into his hand. His own touch hardens him up—I can hear him beating his dick as I plow into him. Finally, I stop. I don’t want to get off yet. I tell him I would love to load him if he is going to be here for another hour. He agrees. “Maybe I’ll have a load in me for you to fuck in.” “Find me if you get one,” I tell him as I blindly reach for where I think my towel should be. I find it and pick it up, just as his phone fires again. I find my water bottle by its light and promise I’ll be back… To be continued: Next time it was my turn to use the phrase “Let me lick your asshole…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse One: "Let Me Lick Your Asshole" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 19. 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 It was a full week before I could have any kind of sex again. I went back to the same bathhouse in Indy for a three-hour session in the late morning/early afternoon. At check in, I bought a membership. I had determined on the drive in that I would much rather play with whoever was there than sit online and hope for the right man (who would then be over an hour away from where I was living and working.) Today seemed to prove I made the right choice… “May I suck it?” I am sitting on the couch opposite my locker, watching four different screens of porn. The speaker is a man who appears a good 10 years older than myself. He is slight of build, mostly bald with a few wispy hairs on his head. He has an engaging smile, so I spread my legs, offering him my hard cock. “Oh, not here. Come to my room.” I sigh, inwardly. I like public sex in places like this, but it is still before noon (and the influx of men on lunch break) so I consent. We trudge up to the third floor. I sit on his bed and he kneels on the hard floor. He kisses my balls. He works up my shaft with kisses. His soft hands now cradle my balls. He tries to take my cock head into his mouth. I hit every tooth on the way in. I can’t help but flinch. He recognizes my reaction, and instead of covering his teeth and trying again, decides stroking my shaft and kissing my balls will be enough. “Are you close?” I have to smile before I shake my head. “I won’t get off for hours yet,” I tell him. He stands up, with an assist from me. I thank him and go back down the stairs. A bear of a man is hanging out at the slurp ramp—which here is the joining of what was once two rooms. One side has a platform to stand on with two holes in the wall. He is on the cock sucking side. He nods to me and disappears through the door frame. I cross the main room, into the other side and go up the step to the platform. The hole is a little low for me, but it’s not an uncomfortable squat as my dick disappears into the darkness of the other side. His mouth envelops me, taking me deep into his throat. The tongue on the underside of my cock is moving rapidly. I let him suck at his speed for quite a bit, then I fuck his mouth. He groans as my cock impales him again and again. My knees are telling me to straighten up. I do and go around to his side. He’s surprised, but follows my directive of “On your knees.” He happily sucks me in. And now he can get all of me down his tight throat. I lean down and touch his ass. Instantly he moves so I can have better access. I finger his hole, which is pre-lubed. “Fuck me.” I tell him to stand up and lean against the wall, mouth ready at the hole. I spit on my cock and slide into him. At the same moment, some man enters the other room and in seconds slides his cock into the Bear’s mouth as I fuck his ass. I slap the generous butt so the guy getting sucked knows just what’s happening… * I sit back down on the couch to watch the four screens. The Bear, who didn’t get a load in either hole, has told me he has a room on the third floor. I am sure I will find him up there eventually, but right now I am intrigued by a younger man sitting on the couch with me. He looks Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark curls on his head and his pubes. He is stroking—and eventually reaches over to stroke me. I let him, and do the same for his bigger than average cock. Eventually, I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. “If you do that I’ll…” And he does—before he can finish the sentence. It’s a huge load to swallow… * I find the Bear in his room—one with a bigger bed. He is standing by the side, his ass arched out. I slip behind him and rim his ass before fucking him again. He thanks me. I ask if he takes loads. “I am open to it,” is his reply. I fuck two other men—both of who gave me some good oral first. Neither is prepped deep enough for my cock when it turns to fucking. One in the sling and one in the steam. I decided not to fuck anyone else today but the Bear… * A bigger guy, around my age reaches for me in the steam room. Not for my cock, but for my shoulders. His hands instantly find the knots of tension my current job has created. “Relax,” he breathes in my ear. I am a sucker for a good massage. And he gives me one. Slow and sensual, really working on the tension in my neck and shoulders. I melt. Only when he gets them to loosen does he suck me. The steam room fills up with several other men. The steam starts up and in the fog of it all a cock sucking orgy starts. Nothing but steam and hard dicks and willing mouths. No one seems to want to get off—we are all just enjoying each other—sampling one cock after another. As the steam clears, so do the men. My masseur is still there. We dry off and go up to his room. I feed him my cock as he kneels on the floor. It’s cramped. “Let me lie down.” He moves around, lying with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I straddle his head and lower my balls into his mouth. He is heaven. He inhales deeply. From my very essence. His cock, for the first time, fully erects… * My three-hour rental is coming to a close. I want to get off and go. The Bear is standing in his doorway. “You want it?” I ask. He moves into the room and gets on all fours on the bed. I eat his hole. I wonder if anyone else has fucked him since I did. “Fuck me,” he moans. “If I do, I’ll shoot.” “Do it,” he whispers. “Breed my ass…” That is all the invitation I need. I spit one last time on his hole, stand up and fuck into him. His ass muscles begin milking my cock. It won’t take long after all this play. “Fill me up,” he mumbles into the pillow he clutches. I thrust deep—and give him just what he wants… This entry, and 1400+ others, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Lunchtime at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 17, 2022

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

Near Home—June, 2022 I didn’t do anything for a week after Fornication. I was exhausted, but in a glowing, positive way. Driving long distances can wear me out—but I came home happy and content, if not fully rested. In the spirit of looking out for others I made sure I got tested. All was good. So of course, that news made me horny. I went to the bookstore on a Saturday night. I had gotten into the habit of visiting in the afternoons—which had usually worked well. I wanted to see what an evening would hold in store for me. I was a little concerned that after the great sex of the previous week, I might be disappointed in the regulars there. Looking back on it now, it proved to be a very enjoyable night… I am seated in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight side. There are a few guys scattered around. I unbutton and work my dick to full erection. The door opens. The Latino, who likes to get fucked, but with a condom, comes in. He is mid 30’s and nicely put together. He sees me and stands against the back wall. I wait for him to wave the gold foil packed Magnum in front of my eyes. He surprises me. He unzips. “Suck me,” he hisses in my ear. A fat-ish, uncut dick is proffered. I take him into my mouth for the very first time (though we have been fucking sporadically for almost a year.) He begins to precum—a steady drip on my ever-moving tongue. He must be able to feel it for he begins to fuck my face. Just a few strokes, but it is nice to see a different side of him. He pulls out and tells me to fuck him, that will make him cum for me. He goes off to the gay cinema to wait for me. I watch the movie for a bit and then head over. He bends over the back of a chair the moment I arrive. Two men I recognize are there and stroking. I rip open the condom, lube my dick and roll it on. It’s a quick fuck. He blasts his load all over the floor. I am glad for the latex, for as usual, his clean out not complete—or non-existent. I go wash—just to be sure. When I come back to the gay theatre, I sit in the corner in the back. An older man who loves to suck me was one of the men who watched the fuck. He crawls across the floor and begins to suck me. He has a cavernous mouth and has never nicked me with his teeth. He also has great suction. “Now your balls…” he murmurs. I stroke and he licks them. He groans out his pleasure as he tries to get his tongue between my cockring and my ball sack—as I instructed him months ago. He finally has to stop for his knees give out. He goes to the other room, decidedly happy. The other man who watched me fuck now stands up. “You’ve sucked my cock,” he tells me. I nod. I do remember him. He loves to twist his nipples on his very hairy chest as I suck. “Get me off, I need to go home.” He sticks his regulation cock into my mouth. Between my hot tongue and his nipple twisting, he takes no time to give me a creamy load. * Later. The bearded man I have been sucking off fairly regularly shows up. The last time we met, he was so excited when I ate his hairy ass. He stands near me and strokes. I wave him over. “I’m not hard,” he says apologetically. “I like guys to get hard in my mouth. It’s fine.” I have to work some, but he stiffens right up. I suck him with a very wet mouth. I only leave his cock to get his balls just as wet. “Eat my ass again?” I don’t answer. I just grab his hips and turn him. He is amazingly hairy all over, but his ass crack is a jungle. My tongue burrows through it all, reveling in the wet hair on my lips and cheeks. I find his pucker. He gasps and beats his cock. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” I move fast enough to not waste a drop… * I am alone in the theatre. I have watched the first half of Unrelenting Manhood, a Lucas Entertainment opus. Very pretty men having very hot sex. They can’t get enough of ass to mouth—which make me just as happy as the men on the screen. A pair of guys come in. Strangers to me after this night of regulars. One is tall and thin and dark. The other is short, average build, fair haired and acting as a tour guide. “So there’s a straight side and a gay one. You’ll like it in here better.” The tall one grunts and they sit down in the opposite corner from me. We nod at each other. They watch the movie. The tall one’s jeans mound nicely. The other guy feels it up. “Nice,” he murmurs. “Let me suck it.” The tall one makes no move to agree or to stop him. The smaller guy unzips him and pulls out a dick that is just as big as mine. He makes sure I get a good eyeful of the big cock he’s about to suck. The tall one closes his eyes. (Shutting me out? Or just to concentrate on the mouth on his dick?) But the smaller guy just strokes it. It seems to have some extra skin, but it’s hard to tell if it’s truly uncut. “Suck it, don’t maul it.” Instantly the smaller guy is taking the cock into his mouth. He puts on a good show—deep throating it, licking his balls, sucking just the head and jerking the rest of the shaft. The tall one opens his eyes. “Looks like you have a big one, too. Come here.” I go over. He strokes my cock lightly as he continues to be serviced by the smaller blond. “Let him suck me.” I go to my knees and take his cock into him mouth. The blond unzips and sticks a tiny dick into his partner’s mouth. He has to stand on his toes to do it. Soon he is joining me and we double suck the big dick. We alternate who is on the shaft and who is on his balls. Suddenly I feel a tug from the tall one. “Let me taste that big dick.” I stand up and let him suck me. Honestly, he’s not very good. But it’s hot to see my dick in his rugged face. The smaller guy is happy to have me otherwise engaged. The tall one shudders. Did he cum? Maybe, for they suddenly are standing up, zipping up and headed out the door. I am left with the finale of the movie. It works out well. I coordinate my messy release with Viktor Rom’s in the video. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Saturday Night at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 10, 2022

I wanted to do one more post about the Fornication Party (or FP at FP as I wrote in my notes.) So: As I drove away Sunday night, I made a mental list of things I might not mention in the detailing of the terrific sex I had over the four days: It was hot. It reached 100 on the way down and was in the high 90’s every day at the campground. And humid. And did I ever mention the gnats? They swarmed and thought the best possible place to land was on your eyelashes. A good reason to be in the pool. As soon as I hit a main road on the trip home there was a huge billboard that read “Abandon Lust.” As if… Ray Dalton is a good cook. There is something so satisfying about having hours of sex and then refueling. Ray was the mastermind behind the midnight buffets that recharged our batteries. I personally recommend his chicken and vegetable stew any time you can get it… I was incredible happy on my way home. I decided to leave that evening as I wanted to get around Atlanta with as little traffic as possible. Driving, I couldn’t stop smiling. Or singing. I had spent wonderful days with fun, handsome, intelligent men. Yeah, the sex was great. But the connection, the sharing, we all felt was even better… ** A reader, who contacted me on Recon, was curious if I would right more about the seminars. I do not want to talk in detail about what happened in them. They were highly personal and I will not share that. I perhaps appreciate what we talked about more now than I did at the moment. I have rarely been in a group where we spoke so honestly. To hear men talk about things they had never before verbalized was amazing and humbling. I don’t want to speak for Ray, but here are some of the takeaways I had. Some are what he spoke about; some are the way I live my life: Work on knowing yourself. The more you know (and the more you accept) your needs/wants/desires the more fulfilled you will be. There is something beautiful in everyone. Find it, use it, celebrate it. Move out of your comfort zone and play with a man who is not your usual type. You have read so often in these posts how rewarding that can be. Age is a number. Be as fit as you can be for better living and better sex. Tool your exercise to fit where you are in your life. Take care of your health. Be on top of your sexual health. STI’s happen. Take care of them and let others know who might be affected. There is no shame here. We are all brothers looking out for each other. Mental health, especially after the pandemic, is vital. Seek guidance if you need to—there are so many outlets available now. ** There was a photo shoot around the pool. PIC of guys. I was sitting behind them at first. And snapped a couple. Ray’s butt Two guys And then this old guy was added. I do like how happy David looks kneeling in front of me…. I am not reproducing the pictures here. To find them, the porn guys and me go to: From My Side of the Sling: FP at FP (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 7, 2022

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 That Sunday night, there was one final gathering at the small play space. It was to be hosted by RC and Dallas. It was called a cocksucking party, and there was some of that, but anal sex was on almost every man’s mind… I arrive at the cabin right on time—and there are men waiting. Ready and stroking. There are number of new men who are just here for the day. I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door. RC and Dallas arrive. Instantly men surround them. And then Ray walks in, his thick cock poking out of the side of his green jock. He sees me on the bench, pushing my clothes into the ‘no cum zone.’ He walks over and asks if I’d like to suck him. I stretch wide and try. Damn, I feel like I can’t cover my teeth so as not scrape to that thick cock head. I finally give up and send him to a guy who has given me great head all weekend. Ethan, the hot assed Asian, who is in the cabin across from my tent, comes over and sucks me. He is on all fours as I sit there, so I can’t take my eyes off his ass. This afternoon, he was voted Best Ass in a contest by the pool—and I have to say he got my vote. He slurps away at my dick, then looks up. “Fuck me later?” I nod. I note that RC is alternating between giving head and receiving it. He moves a little slower now, as this extra busy weekend winds down. He is hard and focused on the men surrounding him. Dallas is in the corner getting his feet worshipped by the host of that dinner party I attended—just as he’d done my feet. Ethan grins and moves onto another dick. I get up and wander into the sling room. I watch Ray fucking an older man. I let two men take turns sucking on my cock. When I look back at Ray, he is now fucking Ethan, not in the sling, but braced against the wall. Both are groaning loudly. I wander to the room with the fuckbench. Dallas is there plowing a day-pass man. The guy is Black, tall and thin and likely 50. His hair is cropped close. And he is talking filth as Dallas fuck him. I notice a couple who has attended all the gatherings. The active one is a younger cub while his stroke-only partner is a big bear. The Bear whispers in my ear: “Fuck my boy. He’s wanted your dick all weekend.” Do I tell him I fucked him on Saturday night? Naw, I just nod. I bend the Cub over so he can hold on to the guy on the bench being fucked by Dallas. I eat him out briefly and fuck him hard. Dallas catches my eye and we fall into fucking in the same rhythm, our pelvises smacking the bare asses in front of us at the same time. All four of men are groaning at the sex—both the feel and the visual of it. The Bear strokes—in utter happiness as I use his boy… * I am fucking the tall thin Black guy in the main room as he holds onto one of the backs of the old pews. But my eyes are now focused on a young man, 30-ish, with shoulder length long hair and a beard that hasn’t been cut or trimmed since his puberty began. Ray is sucking his cock. I hear the hairy guy tell Ray he wants his ass. Ray hasn’t given it up (that I know of) all weekend. Hairy Guy takes Ray out of sight into the sling room. I look down at the guy I’m fucking. He heard it, too. We wind down our fuck as we both want to go into the sling room to watch. Ray is bent over, chest on the sling. Hairy Guy is fucking him with authority. There are half a dozen men stroking to the porn star taking dick. One of them is Ethan. I am right next to Hairy Guy. He slows. I go to my knees. He pulls out of Ray—and I suck his just above average cock clean of all Ray’s ass juices. I glance up. Hairy Guy’s eyes are wide. He tells me I should fuck Ray with my bigger dick. I eat Ray’s hole briefly. Hairy Guy already has his dick up Ethan. I stand up and sink in. HG has opened him perfectly for me. I have wanted to fuck Ray ever since I saw him in Dick Wadd’s Piss Break. I fuck his accommodating hole. It’s a good get-acquainted-with-my-cock fuck. But he’s bent low for tall me. Ray feels it, too. We move, so Ray can brace himself against the wall, ass jutted towards me. I slip back in. It’s perfect. The angle is just right. We fuck. Hard. His ass never stops milking me. His moans are music to my ears. And he calls me a ‘filthy fucker’ which makes me very proud… * I have just finished fucking Ethan’s beautiful butt. RC leads Dallas into the room. “You will love this dick,” he tells Dallas, gesturing to me. Dallas reminds him that he had me on Friday night. But we both want a re-match, now that he can relax. Dallas gets in the sling. RC works his nipples and watches me eat out Dallas’ ass. I enter him. Inch by Inch. “Give it to him,” mumbles RC. I bottom out, my pubes grinding into his muscle ass. Pause. And fuck. Slow and steady. Dallas jerks a bit—then stops and just enjoys the ride. I pick up speed. “I think he’s gonna breed him,” says someone in the room. And it’s true. I could. I try to push that thought away, but I can’t. I want to shoot in this hot man. And suddenly I am. Jizz spits out of my cock. I pause. I pull out and go to my knees. I eat some of my load. The tall, thin Black man goes in next, churning my cum. I stay on my knees and clean his dick of my jizz when he pulls out. While I shot—I didn’t have a full-on orgasm. I’m still hard. And want release. I slip into Dallas again. “You have some more for me?” he asks. In just a few more thrusts, I do. This time I collapse on his hot muscled chest. His thick arms hold me in place in a terrific bear hug… * And that was Fornication. I was packed and on the road home 30 minutes later. I meant to stay—but I knew it couldn’t get any better. I will be writing one more post to talk a little about some overall impressions and the seminars. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Sunday Group Finale (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 3, 2022

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 I was back in my tent for Saturday night. I wanted to sleep in after the late night of sex and exercise, but the sun woke me way too early. I had coffee at the pool, breakfast at my campsite and read a book by the pond. I think I napped before going to the pool café for lunch. David appeared—just as I was chewing my first mouthful of food. He was leaving this afternoon, before the last of the smaller play sessions that night. “Think we can squeeze in one more fuck?” he murmured in my ear. I told him I’d be happy to, if he had the time. But where? It certainly couldn’t be in my tent. He thought his cottage—and went off to pack and ask the others, promising to find me here at the pool around 3:00pm. True to his word, he arrived just as I was finding a chair to wait for him. A slight change of plan he told me—how about the sling at the camp play area? I thought that sounded great. And could he invite another Daddy? Of course. I walked down to the cabin as he went off to find the other man. No one is here. The porn is playing. I adjust the sling so I don’t have to do deep knee bends to fuck. I wait another moment. And then I hear them come in. I recognize Larry from the seminars, though I don’t remember him from any of the play sessions. He is tall, with a shaved head and tats, very tan and right around my age. David strips. I get rid of my shorts and shirt. Larry has arrived in just a jock and keeps it on. I tuck my lube in the waistband of my jock. David is already in the sling. That beautiful ass, inviting me in. I kneel and rim him for a long time. Larry is in David’s mouth—semi hard. I stand up and fuck. David is squeezing me hard—really milking my cock from the first moment I enter him. I fuck. Watching me open David up gets Larry hard the rest of the way. I offer him a turn. He starts to fuck, but his cock wilts. “I’d really rather be fucked by you,” he tells me. I look at David. Ever the gentleman, David gives him the sling. I fuck him first, while David offers his ever-hard dick for him to suck. David does a short fuck round on him, too. But laying in the sling has activated Larry’s acid reflux. He needs to leave us to play by ourselves. “Now where were we…” David grins, as he gets back in the sling. “Right here,” I murmur, as my tongue sinks back into him. “Use me hard. Make me feel it when I sit on the plane.” I stand up and fuck. He tells me how much he loves my dick in him. I nod and slow the fuck down. “Harder, man. Use me.” I ramp it up. I am slamming into him. I see his face go from connected to me—to that place where it is all about the physical feeling of the fuck. I slow again. I stop. I kneel and lick his wet ass. He is now back with me. Egging me on. Saying some hot and vile things about my cock. And his hole. About breeding his ass. And cum. My cum. How he wants it. “Give it to me for the trip home.” I know we don’t have much time. The car taking him to take him to the airport has to leave soon. I stand up and slide into him for the last time. I fuck him, building slowly to a blisteringly fast fuck. David groans. In moments I am shooting the load he craves. I hold onto the chains as my body spasms. Then, with cock still in place, we are chest to chest. He holds me. And we kiss… * We don’t clean up. But we do take these two pictures. ** I go back to the pool, tired but very happy. David flies home—my cum in his ass, just as he wanted. The original is here, along with the selfies of David Benjamin and myself: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Sunday: A Goodbye David Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 1, 2022,

I have faked one to get out of horrible hook ups. Not often, but more than once. Usually, the noises I make are strictly how I feel. If I have ever been louder, it would have been to get things going at a sex party or to let guys know sex was happening in the dark room.

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 (This picks up right where the last post left us…) David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants: I fuck him harder. And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by. He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock. I never pause in the fucking. David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking. I stop. “I want you on my rimseat.” “Hell, yes…” I get him out of the sling and lead the way. I get under. That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party. My tongue finds his hole. I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue. I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth. I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth. His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat. I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out. I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot. “You gotta feel this,” says David. He stands up. RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth. His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light. One hot ass is replaced with another. I have to work much harder to open up RC. He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight. RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue. Someone knocks my hand away from my dick. I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me. Is it David? You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure. Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat. I work my tongue harder. “That is so hot,” says a voice watching us. “You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.” I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs. He starts to suck me. I am in sensory overload. I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know. I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting. Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me. I need to stop before my jaw gets sore. Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. I hug RC. I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day. The sling there was so low. Could I get you in mine?” “Sure!” I help him into the stirrups. I kneel for a quick rim. I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock. After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick. A slow entry. I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass. “Yeah…” he moans. I bottom out and hold it in place. I pull out and start a slow thrust. We lock eyes. He strokes himself occasionally. I build the thrust speed. The sling frame groans. I slow down. I build again to a chain rattling fuck. I eat him out one more time. He is now quite wet. I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning. Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet. I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out. I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips. He is taking my entire length on each stroke. I slow. I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass. I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…” The midnight buffet can wait. Instead, I eat his hole again. I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him. My tongue pokes it deep. I tell him what I’ve done. He groans. I stand up and keep on fucking… * There are still a few stragglers left. A hairy cub finds me. He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat. I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting. He shoots all over himself as I fuck. He goes out for the food very happy. In the far sling there is tall man fucking. The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot. I go over. It’s David about to get the load. The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside. David tells him to fill him up. I stand and watch. Stroking. The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass. He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum. “Fuck me. Use that cum for lube.” I stand up. I insert. Fuck! His hole is awash. I begin a slow churn of the loads. A young guy taps me on the shoulder. “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?” I step aside. He pushes into David and cums almost immediately. He is happy to let me clean his cock. I share it with David in a wet kiss. “It’s my turn,” I tell him. I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter. I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left. I am there. I shoot. It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off. “Don’t pull out.” I have no intentions to go anywhere. I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock. He is instantly back to full erection. He looks up at me. We lock eyes. Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again… Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew. The original, and with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 30, 2022

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event. I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party. I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar. Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar. Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side. Mine was against the stage at the back. We kept the cubes against the stage as well, handy to lean against to take cock. The rimseat was off to the side. I knew I wouldn’t use it until closer to the end of the evening. There had been a steady influx of men who were coming to the party tonight. The ticket acted as a day pass, so they could enjoy the pool, have dinner at the café, etc before it started at 9pm. I donned my boots and jock and wrist band at my tent. I didn’t bother with shorts and shirt to the short walk up to the clubhouse… The sexual energy in the room is palpable. Men are gathering—and it’s not quite start time. I lean against a cube and drink from my water bottle. The porn guys arrive—jocked and booted. They move back into the space. I can’t take my eyes off the man who has the cabin across from my tent. He is mid-30’s. Asian and nicely worked out without going overboard. We have flirted all day. He has sat on his veranda jerking to porn on his phone. Now I see his ass—it is perfectly shaped. He sees my dick, jutting to the side of the jock pouch. He wanders over. We actually introduce ourselves, (Ethan) before my tongue is deep in his ass as he leans against one of the cubes. Ethan groans. “Fuck me with your tongue…” I do. Over and over. Ethan notices that one of Ray’s slings are open, as mine is full. He leads me over and hops in. He gets his ankles in the stirrups before I can help him. “Now eat my ass again.” I go to my knees. He is opening easily. He squeezes down on my tongue—milking it as if it were my cock. I stand up, spit once more on my cock and slide in. No inching. Just a wonderfully steady glide home. Ethan’s eyes roll up and then come back to focus right on me. “Fuck, that’s a nice cock. Fuck me hard.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I begin fucking him. There are other men’s hands all over his chest and playing with his semi-hard uncut cock. I fuck into him, grinding my pubes against his smooth butt cheeks. Suddenly I pull out, kneel and go back to rimming his rather hairy ass crack. He is making ass jizz like crazy. I slurp it up. Ethan moans. I stand, spit some of his juices onto my cock and plow back into him… * The large man with the talented ass finds me. My sling is available. He loves how comfortable my wider sling is compared to others. We have a good ‘get re-acquainted’ fuck. He asks me to bring my ass flavored cock to the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me. I oblige. Repeatedly. When we take a break, Antonio, the hot Latin who was my first fuck of the weekend, wants to try my sling. He has been hanging out with some other Latin men most of the weekend and they crowd around to see my cock in action—the cock he’s obviously told them about. I eat his hole. It is open and wet—his ass lips slightly puffy, even this early in the night. He does love cock. I eat him out, enjoying his wetness. “You want my dick?” I ask, as I stand up. He just grins at the stupid question. I slide in and fuck. His friends work his nipples. A big bear of a man also steps up to watch and stroke. I nod to him. He seems to want in. “Do you want his cock, too?” Antonio nods, with an affirmative grunt. I step aside and the Bear, with a thick dick, slides in. “Damn, he’s wet,” grunts the Bear. He fucks Antonio harder. I kneel and watch his cock fuck into Antonio’s hot ass. The Bear pulls out. I lick him clean. He’s surprised—but pleased. It makes him fuck Antonio for a few more minutes. He pulls out again. “Lick my dick clean.” I do, stand up and fuck Antonio with my now, even harder, cock… * Reuben Foxx comes over while I am leaning against a cube, surveying the party in progress. Ray is in full top mode, working one of his slings. Dallas is at the other. David and RC seem to be working a man over in tandem as the guy leans against a cube. “Would you like to try my sling?” Reuben nods. In moments, I am kneeling and eating his ass, as he sighs. I stand up. I get into him a little easier this time—with my sling being higher. It’s a fun fuck. I love watching his face as he takes my dick. Reuben needs to go play with others. I lick his hole one more time before I help him out… * “I loved getting your piss.” It’s a hairy bear from Atlanta. I agree that that party, though short, was hot. My sling is busy now, so I suggest he lean against a block. I eat his really hairy hole. He groans and does poppers—which allows my tongue to sink even deeper into him. “Eat my sloppy mancunt.” Just as he says it, I get a huge dollop of some man’s cum on my tongue. I groan. When he realizes I love it, he squeezes and gives me some more. I lick it up and stand. My cock finds it’s way through the mass of fur and fucks into his hole. “Shit, you’re big—the perfect size,” he croons. I fuck him hard. I want to churn what is left of the load inside him. “Deep,” he mumbles. “You are pushing his cum so deep…” I fuck harder—then pull out. I am rewarded by stray cum clinging to all that hair. I clean him up with my tongue and tell him to find me if he takes another load… * David emerges from the group of men. “Wanna fuck me?” I just laugh. And kiss him. He starts to lean against the cube, but I redirect him to my sling. I really want that ass to have been in there. I get him into the stirrups and kneel. His ass is damp. His hole is wet. But it’s all lube and ass jizz. My tongue knows the difference. I spit into him. “Now, fuck me,” he commands as I stand up. I sink into him. He feels great. I inch in—not because I have to, but I want him to beg me with those eyes of his. And he does. Only breaking our gaze as I bottom out deep inside him. I begin a slow pump. In and out. David grabs his cock and strokes along with me. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants: I fuck him harder. And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by. He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock. I never pause in the fucking. David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking. I stop. “I want you on my rimseat.” “Hell, yes…” I get him out of the sling and lead the way. I get under. That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party. My tongue finds his hole… (I will continue this next post….) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 29, 2022

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power. I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night. I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on. Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship. He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around. We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend. I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important. I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area. I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads. Some time later a car arrived with two men. One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post. The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man. He was maybe 5’9” and trim. He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off. Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals. He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.) He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin. And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt. He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place. He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals. I learned on Friday night he was a top. Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass. Back to Saturday. We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field. I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party. We had a great outdoor space for it. There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads. We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space… I am first to get there. Naturally. I keep chugging on my water. It’s hot out. And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss. Other men slowly begin arriving. A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here. I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off. He loves this—and does the same to me. As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now. Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching. Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling. We are all having issues with the heat and production. “You guys look too dry!” It is Miles. He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck. He stands above us and begins to piss. He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass. David and Ray arrive. Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry. He coats us, too. I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss. I am there to lick some off. Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode. I find I have more in my bladder than I thought. I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me. I piss soak his ass. There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets. I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss. David moans. I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim. He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on. I stand up. “You want my cock?” David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick. I fuck him. Not for long. Just to get some of my piss up his ass. “Let me clean that cock.” It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me. He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss. Other men are in twos and threes. Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking. Miles is in the corner of the deck. I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock. I go back up his ass. Myles grins at me. I slide back into David’s ass. I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke. “You want his ass?” I ask Miles. He nods. David turns. Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass. Miles fucks him much harder. I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again. The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up. When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us. He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us. I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more. Miles leaves, as do most of the others. No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight. David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss. We shower together—and head to the pool… The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes. We took a little longer, but not much… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 27, 2022

Rural Georgia — June, 2022 After the afternoon party in the small play space, I went to the cabin of the couple who had invited me to dinner after the morning workshop. We had a relaxing time (and a great meal.) It was good to be in a cabin and not my tent. All three of us mentioned that we wanted to attend the evening workshop. My hosts weren’t too sure about the dance party, but I told them what Ray had said about sex on the fringes. We cleaned up a little and went to hear Ray and RC lead the discussion on Sex: Confidence vs Experience. Afterward I helped the guys move our chairs out of the way to create space for the dance. There were several three-foot-high cubes around. Ray wanted one in the middle of the room. Another was near a low stage that never got used all weekend. There was also a sling set up in the corner near the light controls. The rest of the room was the camp bar and lounge. The porn guys arrived at 9 o’clock. They met with Ray for instructions as I refilled my water bottle. Dance music filled the space. David hopped up on the center cube to be the first go-go boy. Soon the room was filled with 40 to 50 guys. And no one wanted to dance. They wanted sex. And they got it… We are milling. One of the men from the afternoon session finds me. He is a greying bear. “I saw you fucking earlier. Would you?” I nod. We go to the box near the stage. It is a great height for him to lean on it and present his extremely hairy ass to me. I kneel and rim him out. He’s pre-lubed with something that thankfully doesn’t have much taste. I spit it back into him—-and then fuck it into him. He gasps but takes it. When I step up the speed of my thrusts, he asks for a break. A large man, from the next campsite is right there to clean my dick. He makes the sexiest grunts as he does so. “Me, too?” he asks, standing up and presenting me his ass. I kneel and pull his ample cheeks apart. My tongue connects. He lets out a groan that attracts some guys to watch. I stand up and fuck. He takes me easily and completely. I finally have to stop to catch my breath. David can’t do much dancing. Every man there wants a turn to suck his cock. And they get it. I go over. He grins down at me, shaking his dick at me, once it’s free. “But I want your ass,” I tell him. He turns and bends a little. My tongue finds his hole. I eat him out for the group watching us. David motions Dallas to come dance. David jumps off the cube and leads me to the other cube I’ve been using to fuck. I eat him a little more, then sink into hot ass. His body is so hard, anywhere I touch him. He groans and is very verbal about how I make him feel. He finally pulls off me, kisses me and tells me he needs to mingle—but he wants more later… * I glance around the room. All the porn guys are busy playing with the campers. From behind me, Dallas taps me on the shoulder. He has been busy fucking a lot of men. “It’s my turn now,” he tells me. We use the same cube, with him bent over. I lick his pucker. To my knowledge he has not bottomed yet this weekend. I get him good and wet with lube and spit. I slide in. He feels great, but he’s not relaxed. We fuck a bit before he decides we need the sling. It’s empty—so he hops in. On his back makes all the difference. He relaxes. His hole flowers open and I fuck this tall muscle man relentlessly… * I fuck David, briefly, in the sling. I can’t stop looking into his face—every expression is all about how my cock is making him feel. I finally pull out to let others have a chance. I wander some more. The large guy finds me for round two. He’s a great fuck. He’s also been busy. His hole is super wet. And likely a load. I spend a long time eating him out before I decide to fuck. A really short young man is watching. “Just like that,” he says, pointing to the place the large guy just left, “That’s what I want.” “Use him good,” says his boyfriend. I lean him against the back cube and fuck him. His boyfriend scrambles up on cube, kneels and feeds the guy I’m fucking his cock. It’s a hot moment, the sound of my fucking and the wet sound of the blowjob. I keep fucking until his BF shoots… * “I wanted this when we played yesterday,” whispers Reuben in my ear. We also start at the cube and quickly go to the sling. Reuben is a challenge to get into for me, but a wonderful fuck. I can’t stop looking at his expressive face as I plow into him. Antonio, my first fuck of the weekend, finds me plowing Reuben. He works the man’s nipples as I go back and forth rimming and fucking him. When Reuben gets out, Antonio jumps in the sling. His hole has been quite busy tonight. He’s the wettest hole so far tonight. I spend a long time licking and likely felching his ass. When my cock sinks into him, I am sure he is loaded… * It is towards ending time. The two and a half hours have flown by. I look for RC. He has been topping all night, at least any time I have seen him. He is doing someone now in the sling with a small group of stroking men. I wander over. It’s David. RC stops fucking and lets someone else into David whenever they indicate they’d like a turn. I arrive as RC pulls out, and a cute guy goes from jacking his cock to fucking David. It takes no time for him to breed. RC starts to fuck him again before he sees me. “You need to fuck it deeper.” RC pulls out. I clean his dick, spit it on David’s used hole and push my cock into him. I fuck him hard. Then I step back for another older man to drop a load. RC fucks in the fresh jizz first and then indicates I should. A loud roll of thunder fills the room. The lights flicker but stay on. I keep fucking. “You want me to shoot,” I ask David. “You want my cum?” He nods. And says something I can’t hear as the thunder rolls again. I fuck him harder. A third clap of thunder—and I explode inside David… The original, with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Dance Party Becomes a Sex Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 26, 2022

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 After the welcoming sex fest, the rest of my Thursday night was spent at the first of Ray’s talks/discussions on men’s sexuality and wellness. I am not going to detail those here. I found them thoughtful, helpful and reaffirming of how I approach sex and love at this time in my life. I love just how inclusive he is in welcoming men and making them feel good about themselves. But you didn’t come to this blog for that. You want to know other things… Friday, temperature-wise, was not quite as hot, but it hovered around 95 from noon onwards. I had breakfast and then took my tea to sit by the pool and write. It was a lazy morning. We had our second discussion after lunch. We did some intimacy exercises that helped connect us as a group. (It worked—I got a dinner invitation out of it.) The other porn guys were due to arrive today. It was a trek in from either the Savannah or Atlanta airport. Ryan Carter (RC as he prefers), Dallas Steele and David Benjamin arrived sometime while we were in the class. There was an afternoon gathering in the same play space. I was particularly intrigued to see David again. He had performed at a CLAW play party in, I think, 2015. The performers were just that—they were having sex for us, not playing with us. But not David. When the performance ended, he grabbed me and another big dicked guy and led us up to the sling on the stage. We fucked David until he shot all over himself. (I’ll look for the post—I certainly wrote it up, back then.) I arrived at the playspace a little before the 4pm start time. Other guys were waiting, some stroking to the porn. I lost my shorts and shirt and stowed them under the bench... Alberto is here—in flip flops and a colored jock. We smile at each other. I go behind him and begin munching on his hairy ass crack. He sighs—and bends, giving me better access. I am happy to see that he is sucking someone’s cock as I eat him out. Ray comes in. “They’re here, guys. RC, Dallas and David.” Suddenly big muscles are everywhere. The four of them invade the space. Each man is in boots and jock. Ray has someone sucking his thick cock instantly—as does Dallas. RC goes to his knees and begins sucking an older man who is sitting in the pews. David makes a bee-line for me—his face lighting up. Does he really remember? We hug. I go to my knees and suck his cock. He fingers Alberto’s hole. I get David wet enough so he can fuck Alberto. He does so, while I am in Alberto’s mouth. I clean David’s cock before I fuck Alberto, too. David moves to play with others. I find RC, on his knees between the pews, taking turns sucking cock. He is happy to include my dick, too. He moves from one to the next and the next and now back again. He is stroking himself as he does it. Alberto has found Dallas who is sitting in a dark corner. Dallas doesn’t need to move—everyone comes by to sample his cock orally. Alberto sucks him—and then sits on his cock. I hear Alberto groan just as RC’s mouth comes back to my dick. He sucks with a true passion for cock. Finally he needs to get off his knees and I help him up. “You are going to have to fuck me with that thing,” he tells me. I promise that I will. For now, I go to my knees and suck him. I love the slight curve. He grabs the sides of my head and fucks my face… * Ray has taken off. He has so much to do this weekend, it’s hardly surprising. The other guys are in no hurry. I find David again. He is topping some, but mostly keeping it oral. My hand goes to his ass. He grins, but tells me he had no time to clean with his plane being delayed. I still rim him a little. He pulls me into a kiss afterward—before sinking to his knees to suck me yet again. I hear chains rattle. David looks up me. “RC has found the sling,” he grins. We both go into the sling room. RC is taking cock—and beating his own. A big bear is pounding RC. “You need this one next,” David tells RC. RC nods. When the bear needs a breather I step into place. I go to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole. He is incredibly wet—though I am sure the bear did not cum. I lick and spit and lube my cock as I tongue him. I stand up. “Go easy,” murmurs RC. David finds RC’s nipples as he watches me push into RC’s hole. “Damn,” RC groans. I pause, looking at the handsome tatted man my cock is filling. He gives me a nod and I begin the fuck. The sling is too low for tall old me. I am doing deep knee bends in order to line up properly. I won’t be able to sustain it for too long. I concentrate on his ass. It is certainly a talented hole—not only super wet but tight when he wants it to be and looser at his discretion. I pause in the fuck to give my legs a rest and go back to eating him out. When I stand back up, David has gone. There are quite a few other men watching and stroking. I offer to step aside. “Fuck him again,” says an older guy stroking his uncut cock to the scene. I am happy to go back in, legs be damned. I fuck with long, slow strokes. I build up the tempo, but my legs are soon screaming at me. I pull out. The bear fucks him again. I clean the bear’s cock when he’s done and spit it on RC’s pucker. I poke the spit deep inside him. Men are drifting away to dinner. I help RC out of the sling. I feel a large hand on my shoulder. “You need to fuck me with that sometime this weekend,” Dallas tells me. I promise I will. The guys go to clean up for the next event. I suck two of the on lookers. One of them returns the favor. But dinner is calling. I find Ray in the cafe. He waves me over and asks if I’m having fun. I assure him I am. He wonders if I will be at the dance party tonight. I tell him it’s not really my thing, but I will look in. He assures me sex will be happening in the corners. “And that is your thing…” he smiles. Then he looks sheepish and asks my first name again. I tell him, and remind him of the Professor connection we share. He wells up and holds me in a terrifically tight hug. We sit down again and trade stories about our late mutual friend. And he called me by first name the rest of the weekend… The original, with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--Friday Afternoon: 'Meeting' the Guys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 22, 2023 On that same page is a link to my first meeting (and fucking) David Benjamin at CLAW.

Red hood, the mare takes it bare. White, the mare wants it condomed.

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 Sometime after IML, where I talked with Ray Dalton about it, I decided I wanted to go to his Fornication Men’s Wellness Retreat in Georgia. The sensible side of me told myself that it was too far away. “Georgia. And Southern Georgia, no less. Gas prices are high. Are you stupid…?” On and on that sensible voice droned away as I tried to fall asleep. But my more adventurous side whispered: “Think what hot blog posts you could get out of it…” Guess which side won. It was a long way. I don’t like to do more than six hours in a car in a day, so I broke it down to three days of driving with two overnights. I wanted to arrive ready to go, not totally exhausted. On the way down I stopped at Lexington, KY and then Spartanburg, SC. I love taking some back roads into the camp—which is in the middle of nowhere. (So much so Google maps couldn’t tell me how to find it, at least not correctly!) The drive in was hot. It hit 100 degrees on my arrival day. I finally found it and was given a tour of the camp by a cute Latin manning the front desk. There were many cabins, trailers full of seasonal regulars, a pool, a clubhouse with a cafe attached and, he shyly told me, a playhouse set up with ‘things,’ I was tenting and the first of the men to arrive in that area. I set up quickly. I took a walking tour. I basically recovered the same ground as my tour by golf cart, but it felt really good to stretch my legs. Thursday was sort of the unofficial kick-off to the weekend. Many men were not there yet, including three of the porn guys, but there was a small play party scheduled for the early evening and a talk/discussion with Ray, later that night. I read a book at my campsite, napped a little and saw/heard a flurry of activity at the clubhouse as Ray arrived. Slings were unpacked. Cases of water. And crate after crate—his vehicle was truly loaded. Ray remembered me from Chicago—by sight if not by name—hardly surprising with the number of men he meets. I had dinner at the café by the pool. I was given a schedule. The theme of tonight’s get together was ‘JO Party’ hosted by Reuben Foxx down in the playhouse. Later Ray would be talking about Sex and Intimacy in the Clubhouse. I went back to the tent and donned my boots and jock, then added my walking shorts over them for the trek there. I grabbed my lube and set off… I like the layout of the cabin—which is the campsite’s play space. There is big screen porn with a few old pews as benches. To the left is a room with a fuckbench and a gloryhole booth, to the right there is a room with a sling. I am not the first person to arrive. Reuben is sitting there naked but for a jock and boots with one other man. This guy is around my age, and is still dressed. There is a huge pump bottle of lube—one that I will keep seeing, slowly diminishing, all weekend. Rueben is a newcomer to porn, making his debut at Ray’s encouragement. He is friendly and warm. He strokes as I lose the shorts and shirt under a bench against the wall, and not in front of the screen where he is sitting. My disrobing causes the other man to grope his dick. I sit next to the clothed man and stroke. Are we really going to just JO? Nope. My neighbor on the bench, who is good looking in a scholarly way, is reaching for my cock. He strokes me—and is soon giving me head. “Suck that big dick,” says Reuben. The guy goes to his knees. He is great. He takes me to the root repeatedly. As he switches up to just licking the head, five or six more men arrive. They strip or open zippers. One sucks Reuben. A young Latin stands to the back in just a jock. He can’t take his eyes off my dick. My sucker does my balls, too, leaving lots of spit that dries fast in the heat. I reach down to feel his dick under his shorts, but he bats my hand away. He gives my cock one last deep throat and tells me to go play with others. I walk over to the Latin. He feels my wet cock with his right hand. His left guides my free hand to his ass. No mistake there. He jerks me as I finger his butthole. The Latin squirms. (The next day I learn his name is Alberto, but will use it now—even while we are still anonymous.) I move behind him, my back to the wall. I do down on in a deep knee bend and lick my first hole of the weekend. He groans and grinds back against me. He is very furry all over and his ass crack is a forest of black hair. I eat and spit. Loudly. Right in Reuben’s line of vision—as he gets his cock serviced. More men are here now. There is a little JO—but we are sucking or getting sucked—keeping it all oral. I change that by standing up and working the head of my cock into Alberto. He gasps and pushes back. He doesn’t wait for me to inch in—he wants it now. Alberto’s hole grinds into my pubes. I hold a moment and begin the first fuck of the weekend. He stands straight up at first, then slightly bent. It makes for smaller strokes—but it’s a great warm up. I plow him harder now. Two guys are watching and stroking to us. The fuck excites them enough to turn from us and give each other head. I pull out. Alberto spins around and cleans my cock up. I eat his hole again, pushing him down, making him hold on to a back of the bench. Reuben stands up. I nod to him—hoping he’ll spit roast Alberto with me. But Alberto seems to be all about his hole at the moment—for I am eating him out, really enjoying his ass jizz. I stand up and fuck him again. I fuck him with long strokes. The sound of our coupling fills the small cabin. Alberto pulls off me, cleans me up and excuses himself. “Let me taste that dick,” says a guy to the back of me. I turn and let him clean up any ass juices that Antonio missed. This guy is a big bear, with a big long beard. He pulls off me. “Tomorrow you can do that to me.” I make a mental note. We have been here for maybe 45 minutes—the time allotted on the schedule. Guys have filtered away fast. The only men left is a couple trading blow jobs right by the screen and Rueben and me. I go over to him and kneel. I start with his balls. They are dry—with all the guys sucking his dick tonight, did no one lick them? He sighs as my tongue connects. And strokes my head. I move up his shaft and suck his cock fully into my mouth and down my throat. He sighs. Content. The guys in front of us leave. (It’s an open bar, after all, up at the Clubhouse.) I pull off Rueben and do his balls one more time. My tongue flicks over his taint—but I know that’s for another day. Short and sweet. No one trying to get off. Very much a Welcome to Fornication. The original, with pictures of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--Thursday: A JO Party Kicks It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 20, 2022

My Playroom—June, 2022 I am a planner when it comes to sex. I like to know ahead of time when and where—whether I am going to someone’s place or the man/men are coming here. I am not a good guy for that late night text of: “I’m horny—u still up?” But that statement is not in stone. A man let me know he would be driving home from the west side of the state (after a slutty weekend in Saugatuck, I assumed) and was wondering if I was available on Sunday morning. He let me know that he was a friend of the man who you all know as the Fluid Pig. My balls churned a little. Yes, I could be available. We set a time the next morning after he got up. He asked if I was good with a cummy hole—as there was a man who wanted a quick pump and dump a few miles before he got to me. I assured him I was. But the pump and dump guy cancelled as Ethan got to his town. He was at my door ahead of schedule. Ethan is mid-40’s, maybe 5’ 10” or so and in good shape. He is a ginger cub. He greets me with “I was always told by Fluid Pig (well, he said his name) to look you up if I was ever over this way.” I show him down to the playroom to strip off. I go back to my bedroom to shed my clothes. I walk back in on him naked—and stroking to the porn on the big screen television... I hang my robe on the door knob. “Get on your knees and get me fully hard.” I had not been hard at all until I walked in. He is hot. And eager. I lean against the fuck bench, my cock mounding in a piss stained jock strap. He is all over me the moment his knees hit the padded floor. His breath is hot through the porous fabric. He starts to tongue me through the pouch. My cock engorges and pushes out the side. His mouth finds me. He moans softly as he takes me into his mouth. Then he pulls off me, freeing the rest of my cock from the tangle of fabric. “He said you were big—well, fuck…” He swallows me down. Fully. Choking himself on purpose—so I can feel his throat constrict. He comes up for air, then works his active tongue into my piss slit. He murmurs something unintelligible as he licks out my precum. “Let me taste your ass.” I motion for him to get up on the bench. He does, displaying the mounds of his butt cheeks. I kneel and dive in. His hole has not been used before me, but it is gaping slightly from his weekend of fun. I tongue him. He begins to pant. I spit and poke it into him. And again. “Fuck me with that big dick.” I spit once more, stand up and push the helmet head in. He groans—all passion, no pain. I sink in slowly, inch by inch. I barely hold a moment before he commands me to fuck him hard. I do. Hard enough to make the legs of the bench make a clanking sound “Let me taste it!” No question about ass to mouth here. I pull out and let him slobber all over my ass flavored cock. He moans. I pull out, drool some additional spit down onto my cock and shove it back up his ass. “Yes,” he croons. “The harder the better.” I fuck. He cleans me. I fuck some more. “Fuck…” he groans as I pull out of his ass once more. “You’ve made me cum twice.” I do love giving my men assgasms. I know this is can’t be a long session as he has to get home. I ask how long he has as we switch to the sling. “I have two more stops before home—and they both love a cummy hole.” “Then they’ll have one.” I take a picture of his fucked ass. PIC And of me eager to get back in. PIC I fuck him first this time. And eat his ass out after. My cock goes back in for another hard drilling. This time I let him crane his head around and clean me up. He savors his ass juices. “Feel free to use those toys if you want,” he tells me. I grab the trusty egg headed dildo. PIC toy He takes it easily. I fuck him with it. I go back to my dick inside him, holding the toy up so he can see what he took. He grabs his cock and jerks himself. “Fuck, yes!” He shoots. A nice sized load. “Keep going,” he pants. “Don’t stop.” But I do. To mop up the load with my hand, cover my cock and pump it into him. He groans, looking up into the mirror above him as he watches my cum coated cock slide into him. I fuck him, frothing his cum. I pull out and lick it all up. I stand and lean over him. He opens his mouth and I drool his cum into his mouth. He is rock hard—still. I re-lube up the toy with his own juices. “Put that back in my mancunt.” I turn it slightly as it slides in. I stand up looking him right in the eye. “You’re gonna be double fucked.” I push the toy down. My cock goes in with it. Latex on one side of me and flesh on the other. It’s a great feel. I pump him hard. He groans louder this time—his hole stretching, before he moans out “So full…” “You want my seed?” “Yes, Daddy.” I pull out and take the toy out. I don’t want any of my cum to be wasted on it. I plow back in. “You going to let the other guys know you have my load inside you?” I start pumping, our eyes locked. “Yes, sir. They love my ass to be used.” I pick up the speed of my fuck. “You’re going to get a gut full.” “Please,” he pants. “Give it to me…” That does it. I am over the edge. I grab the sling frame and hang on. I shoot a good five or six spurts into him. He grabs his cock, strokes and manages to shoot again as I stay deep inside him. I pull out carefully to keep my load in place. I bend and lick up his jizz—and go to my knees. I reverse felch—pushing his load into his ass along with mine. “That should give them some fun,” I say as I help him out of the sling and back on the road… The original post is here, along with another 1430, From My Side of the Sling: Loading a Ginger Pig for Others to Enjoy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 18, 2022.

My brother was a scout. I went with him to one meeting--and never went back. Not for me. My brother tells me he had lots of sex on the campouts--all consensual and all with guys his age.