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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.

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