FelchingPisser

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.

Near Home—June, 2022 Just a few days after Dave’s loading, I was expecting a visit from a man who had been talking to me electronically for a couple of years. He had finally decided to fulfill his desires and do some of the things he had only dreamed of doing. I was on board to help him with that. As luck would have it, he had a Covid exposure the day before he was to come. He asked for a rain check which I was happy to give him. But it left me horned and in need…so of course I went to the bookstore nearest me to find some fun… It looks like a busy afternoon, judging by the cars in the parking lot. I go in, pay and start in the straight theatre. Half a dozen men are watching some particularly edgy porn. I sit by the wall and stroke. Other men now feel free to unzip. A larger Latin man, just a little younger than I, is against the opposite wall. I recognize him as a regular, but one who has never played with me. He is now stroking his short dick. He looks at me just as I am looking at him. That glance. He turns, embarrassed. He knows I suck cock—he’s watched me do it enough times. He turns to me again. I nod to him. He looks away. And then back. He tentatively stands up. I nod again and he moves to me. He stands to my side and I take his dick into my mouth. He sighs. And shoots a huge load before I can even begin much of anything. He sheepishly pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves. I think about saving his load to start a new devil’s dick, but realize I have no condom to spit it into, so I just swallow. The fact that he blatantly used my mouth has encouraged another couple to play. A man in the cocksucker’s chair is now giving head to a much older man. A hot guy, who looks like the man you hope will be installing your internet, is standing opposite me. He has his dick out and it’s a beautiful shade of angry red. I nod to him. His reaction is to unload all over the floor. Such a waste as the load is massive… * I go to the gay side. No one is there. I go back. The cocksucker’s seat is empty, so I take it. It’s not as busy now, but the porn is still particularly hot. The mixed race man I have played with in two different porn joints arrives, as handsome as ever. He’s glad to see me and sits next to me. His dick comes out. He is almost that exact size and shape as me—just in another skin tone and every bit as hard. He laughs and murmurs “Salt and pepper” into my ear, before leaning over and starting to suck me. He is good. All tongue and lips with nary a nick. He hates the bend from the seat, so he moves to the floor. Now he can take more of my shaft. He does, groaning out his pleasure. We reverse, me on my knees from the start. I have to really oval big to get him all. “Lick my balls,” he whispers. I move to them, enjoying the crinkly hair all over them. He sighs, and slumps a little lower in his chair. I know what he wants. My tongue goes to his perineum—well, as much as I can reach with his clothes on. Now he gives a big sigh. I lick up and down. I go back to his balls and back to his taint. “Let me eat your ass…” He stands. The pants and underwear, that had been in the way drop, to the floor. He leans against the side wall, jutting his bubble butt out towards me. I drill into him as he gasps, then sighs. I eat and suck and leave him very wet. I don’t even think I will be fucking him. I just enjoy the rimming. The sounds of our sex has intrigued a man in his late 50’s, who’s been sitting in front of us. As my friend sits down after the rimming, the guy moves to the back wall. He is stroking a beautiful seven incher with a hood, inches from us. I go back to sucking my pal. The man strokes. I stop and say “Suck his dick.” I have seen him play with other men, but we have never done anything jointly. He hesitates. And then takes the uncut beauty deep into his mouth. I keep sucking the now even harder cock in front of me. The uncut guy shoots. It must be a big load for my friend swallows noisily. Suddenly he chokes and cum is flying everywhere. I get some in the face, but most it splatters back unto the pants of the man who shot. He will need an interesting story to tell the wife… The man races off to the bathroom. My friend is embarrassed and suddenly remembers an appointment. I sit back in the chair, swipe the cum off my cheek and taste it… * I am now on the gay side. In the cocksucker’s chair there, too. There is a very big—football player big—and handsome Black man in the back corner. He is maybe 30. Maybe less. He seems happy to stroke to the movie. The door opens. A very young man enters. He is under 25, dressed in skimpy shorts and a white shredder that shows more of his ebony chest than it covers. He stands right next to me. In moments he is reaching down to jerk my dick. He’s doing it rather hard and rough, but I let him. He unzips with his other hand. I ask him to ease up a little. His response is to stop and give me his dick to suck. The larger guy moves into our line of vision, stroking happily to the live show and not the movie. The kid pulls out of my mouth and bends to suck the larger man. I watch and stroke. To my surprise they reverse—the bigger guy bending to suck the young one. Now the kid leads the bigger guy to me. “Hot mouth,” he tells the guy. The larger guy lets me suck. I must do something right for I am rewarded with a mouthful of cum. The younger man finds this so hot, be gets his own dick to me just in time for me to swallow his load, too. * Time has passed. I am back in the straight theatre. No one is around but one man in front of me. He is fairly good looking—and half my age. He has been doing the furtive glance around at me. It is hard to make it seem natural as he is so close to me. Finally he stands and comes to the wall. “Will you suck me?” He has a very nice, bigger than average cock. I take him into my mouth. I begin to suck. He sighs. Groans. And, dammit, he shoots before I can really get going. Jeez, these men need to get out more… * I have been by myself for quite awhile. The men are gone. I need to go home. I keep kicking myself that I didn’t bring a condom for the next devil’s dick. I have had so much cum pumped into my mouth today. I button up and go out of the theatre door. It puts me in the hallway where there are rental booths to watch a movie of your choice (and where the shy men lead you when then want to be fucked.) One is lit. The door is ajar. I look in. A white business man is stroking to straight gangbang porn. “Hey, come in.” I do, shutting the door. “Do you swallow? I’m so close…” I go to my knees. It’s a sweet load. And I vow to always have a condom in my pocket… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: FP, the Cocksucker (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 16, 2022

To clarify--You buy your ticket for one role or the other, you can't switch in the course of the evening. More Mares apply than Stallions. The Stablemaster, as I understand it, keeps the mares on a waiting list. Once he has ten Stallions buy tickets, ten Mares are notified they got their tickets as well, and so on,,,until it reaches around 35 each. I've said this elsewhere, but I will repeat it here. One of the things I love about HorseMarkertSF is that no photos are submitted, unlike other models of this events. There is no "hotness" criteria. Horny men, in all shapes, sizes and colors are there. As it should be.

This is a special event, not a night at the bathhouse.

My Playroom—June, 2022 (You may want to read the previous post first if you haven’t.) Dave was due late in the morning. I had the playroom set up: towels and plastic under the sling and fuck bench, drinking water on the storage cabinet to keep the piss flowing, lube on top of the toy shelf. I was hydrating. I knew he loved my piss. I had the perfect bladder-full to greet him at his arrival time. But I got a text saying there was a traffic snarl from road construction. I tried to hold it, but finally let it go to waste. I was making a cup of tea to recharge it all as he arrived… We are downstairs. Dave is stripped to a yellow jock and his boots. His socks have yellow stripes on them. He is kneeling on the floor. I am wearing the jock I wore to the IML piss party and boots. He licks the mounded pouch. My cock grows, uncomfortably contained in the fabric. The head pokes out. Dave licks it and finally uses his hands to free me. “Give me your piss.” “Suck my dick.” He does. I reach over and swig some of my tea. It kicks in my kidneys and I am able to give him a couple of spurts, even as my cock hardens. He grunts like he has just had fine wine. To thank me, he sucks my cock in earnest. He leaves me dripping with his saliva. He crawls up on the bench. His ass is so ready for me. I kneel and dive in. My tongue opens his hole. It’s my turn to leave saliva all over him. I stand up. Piss splats on his ass crack. He groans as I kneel again and lick most of the clear liquid up. Some I shove inside him. I rim him some more. “I need to fuck,” I murmur as I stand up. My cock head drools on his open pucker. I smear it around with the tip of my dick. I slide inside. He grunts and sighs in satisfaction. I fuck—a slow deliberate stroke. Our eyes meet in the mirror in front of us. PIC of ass I pull out. I come around to his head. “Taste your ass and my piss.” His mouth is all over me. He’s fuckin’ ravenous. Dave can’t get enough ATM. I fuck him some more. He sucks me clean. Another round of fucking. This time I feed him a big piss load as we do ass to mouth. He gurgles happily as my stream just keeps coming. I go back and fuck him again. Hard. And fast. He grunts out his approval. Once my cock is cleaned again, I grab a toy that he has brought. I grease up the three balls. I work them into his ass. PIC OF balls Dave pants. I grab the camera again as I slowly pull them out. Dave groans and says “I want to eat your ass…” “Where?” We decide on the sling. I get in. I pull my jock up so the straps don’t get in the way of his tongue. It’s my turn to groan and pant. He never stops tongue fucking me, then spitting on my hole. I use some poppers I found in the freezer. They make me babble about how good it feels. I stroke my dick as he eats me out, savoring the taste of my hole. Once, he shares the juices with me in a deep kiss. Dave’s tongue plunges back into my ass. I stop stroking and concentrate. Piss shoots out of my hard cock and coats my ass crack as it rains back down on me. Dave groans and licks up every drop. “Want more?” He grunts a yes, his tongue still wringing out my wet ass hair. This time it’s a piss fountain. He pulls away from my hole and catches it all in his mouth. He swallows most of it, but spits some onto my ass crack so he can lick it up a second time. “I need to fuck you.” We change places in the sling. I am so horned, I fuck him fast and hard. I love how heated his ass feels. I pull out and rim him some and fuck him again. “You ready?” He nods. He guesses what I have for him. Dave suggests he move to the fuck bench. I make a quick trip to the freezer for the loads. He’s there, ass up when I return. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I wave the two condoms at him before snipping off the knot of the first one. “This is a mix of three loads from the bookstore,” I tell him. I describe the men who shot them. The cold cum sinks into his puffy hole. Dave groans. “Just take the loads,” I tell him, smirking a little. I kneel and poke some melted jizz all the way into his hole. I stand back up and snip the knot of the second condom. “This is all me. I came home sated, but last night I had to get off—so I saved it for us to play in.” I shove the second, smaller frozen load up him. I kneel and begin to rim him, enjoying the traces of cum left behind. My tongue goes deep, following the trail of melting jizz. I stand up and slide my hard cock in. I love the temperature change in his hole. His hot ass has been made cooler by the four frozen loads in his guts. I fuck, the jizz, clinging to my cock. I pull out and let him taste the loads. He groans and can’t stop licking my cock. I go back to his ass and fuck until my cum churning leaves a thick froth around his hole. “Rimseat.” I get under and he sits. I clean up all the jism I have churned. Dave relaxes. His hole opens and I get the first drip of the combined load into my mouth. Where they have actually been before they were spat into the condom. Dave groans as he feels the cum move in his guts. I am moaning with each drop that lands on my tongue. There is suddenly a large splat of semen into my mouth all at once. I swallow some and work some back up into him so I can keep felching him before I decide to breed him with a fresh new load… The original, with some pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dave: Four Loads for Fucking and Felching (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 13, 2022

At the Horse Market, there are about as many Mares as Stallions. It is not a gangbang--loads are going to be spread out. Last year, there was a mare who seemed to make anyone cum who fucked him--he was hot and had skills. He got 10 loads. This year, I did not witness anyone who got a lot of loads, they were distributed much more evenly around all the different mares (I can only speak to Friday night when I was there.) I do think you are right, that it may not be for you, if 'good sex' is how high your load count is at the end of the night. HM is much more about the fuck than the load. I talked to one of the mares afterward--he was load-less, but didn't care. For him, it was all about the head space of giving himself to so many men, one after the other in such a short time frame; how different each felt in size and in skill. He guessed he had 20 or so men up him, and many more fucks as they came back for more. (I know I always told a mare I was back for another round on his ass). He was exhausted and sore--and totally elated about his service to the Stallions.

Near Home—June, 2022 I came home from IML and self isolated. At the end of the week, I had developed no symptoms of anything, sexual or respiratory. I was sated. I didn’t need sex for that whole week. It was no hardship to just think about what I’d done—and what I was planning for mid-month. Dave, the man who willing took up his ass every load I’d collected at the bookstore (and frozen,) wanted to come back. We agreed we wanted to play again, but not too soon so our play would stay hot. My going off to CLAW and IML helped put some time between our sessions. Now we were ready to do it again. We had arranged a date before I went off to IML. I checked in and he was eager to come back to my place. And yes, he’d love some extra loads for us to play in. So on a Sunday afternoon, a couple of days before he was to arrive, I went off to harvest some cum… The bookstore is not crowded, but always busy. No one of interest is in the straight theatre. I go and sit down to stroke on the gay side. There are two other men watching a decent video. I hear movement in the back corner behind me. I turn. A man around my age has his dick out and is stroking to the movie—and seemingly to me. He is furry under his A-shirt and has a very full and sizable beard. I get up, not bothering to cover my cock, and go join him in the corner. His big hand finds my dick the moment I stand next to him. But he only strokes me. Rather hard and rough. I go to my knees and begin to suck him. My mouth is full. He’s dripping precum. He groans. Surprisingly, the other two men in the room leave—neither wanting to join us. I give him my best blow job. He moans louder now that we are alone. I stand up to rest the knees, thinking he will suck me. But, no. I remember I had good results in telling guys why I wanted their load. I let him stroke me again for a moment before I whisper: “I really want your load. I am going to use it to fuck a bud of mine.” He grins. And whispers back: “Then fuck it out of me.” I grin back. It’s the last thing I expect from this very straight presenting man. His shorts fall to his ankles. I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rim job of his super hairy crack. He melts, panting, braced against the wall with one hand, the other hand on his rather large dick. “Fuck me with that big cock,” he hisses. I lube up and just keep rimming. I love the feel of the hair on my lips and cheeks as much as he is loving my tongue. I want him super hot before I plow him. I stand up. The head of my cock parts the wet fur and disappears into him. He pushes back, taking my entire length in one move. I hold. And fuck. He is mumbling now. Telling me how good it feels and at other times just making sounds that are all about his pleasure. I pick up the pace. He strokes his cock in tempo with the fucking I am giving him. “I’m gonna shoot…” I pull out and swing around to get under him. I make it just in time. My mouth envelops his cock and he gives me a massive load. I clean him up, not swallowing at all. He watches, with seeming pleasure as I drool it into a condom. “That was a great fuck—and I love that you’ll breed him with me…” he whispers as he does himself up. Load One. * I move to the straight theatre and snag the cocksucker chair. There are a few men here now, including one of the two who left as I played next door. He watches me stroke. He takes out a very standard issue cock and beats it hard. I nod to him. He nods back, takes a moment and then comes toward me. Without a word he shoves it in my mouth. I can’t do much—he is fucking my face from the first moment. He is in need and wants to give me the load. I oval my mouth and let him fuck. He grunts occasionally as my tongue tries to work on the underside of his dick. Bam—he’s there. Not a big load, but a thick one. He pulls out before I can clean him up. And gone before I mix the two loads in the same condom. Load Two. * “Will you fuck me?” “I’m actually doing more oral today,” I tell the young Latino who always wants me to fuck him with a condom. I go on to explain what I’m doing. “Fuck the load out of me and you can have it.” I agree. We fuck. He comes…with no ejaculate at all. * I find a larger man around my age in the back row on the straight side. We nod to each other. He’s seen me in action—and wants to suck my cock. He gets his out as I approach. He gives good head as I stand, feeding him as he sits in the cocksucker’s chair. I take a break by going down on him. He likes it—but I’m pretty sure his thrill is cock in his mouth. We go back and forth for quite some time. A trim man of 50-something comes in. He is overdressed for a place like this—suit pants and a tie. He kneels beside us. I think the larger guy knows him—for it changes his attitude. My play partner of the last 20 minutes pulls me down to whisper in my ear. “Give him your cock.” I stand up, turn and feed it to the well dressed guy. He takes me to the root and totally subs out. He is in heaven sucking my cock. The large guy stands up to get a better view. He takes the guy’s head and pushes it even farther down on me. I am covered in masses of deep throat spit. Now we are sharing the sub. First one cock in his mouth and then the other. Back and forth— we let him have it for few strokes before turning his head to be used by the other man. There are two men watching the three of us. One stays seated. The other stands and strokes to the use of the well dressed sub. I motion him over. Instead he erupts all over the floor—a massive load wasted on the linoleum. The sub is doing the larger guy. I pull him off and tell him to lick my balls. He does. The larger man bends to suck me as he does it. I love two mouths on me. Always have. Those restless tongues working independently of each other. “Switch,” I bark out. The sub goes for the big, bloated, hairless balls of the larger guy. I bend to suck him. And that’s it. I get his load in my mouth. I pull off and let the sub clean him up as I spit his viscid seed into the condom with the other two. Load Three. I have the sub suck on me a little longer, but I have no urge to shoot. The men have thinned out—and it’s dinner time. I go home and freeze the mixed loads for Dave’s ass… The original, with a pic of his hot ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 11, 2022

I know some men prize taking virginity, but that is not me. I have. It was either the first or second time I fucked. It was a school mate who knew what he wanted. He was surprised that I had more to put up his ass than any of the inanimate household objects he'd been using as dildos. It was not a roaring success. I was as much of a novice as he was. Once I knew what I was doing, I used to be besieged by guys on Adam4Adam, begging me to break their cherry. I refused. I always told them to find me again once they'd taken 10 regular sized cocks. I love experience. I want men who have skills--and really know that they want size. Now, I have taken many men's virginity for fist. I am a great teacher for that--with medium collapsible hands and the patience and know-how of how to get into most men--and enough experience to know it won't always happen the first few times.

Which at this point is really hard to remember. Sorry. But I know I had a hot time in everyone's hole!

There seemed to be only two of us who loved to rim...so I would gues the other was me...

It's great fun---all types and ages of men

Did you go to the website? [think before following links] [think before following links] https://horsemarketsf.com I published a blog piece about my experience, as a stallion, on this site: CLAW: My First Horse Market - From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition - Breeding Zone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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