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

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

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

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

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

I think that's true....

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

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

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

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

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

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

My personal definition: It has to be at least five tops there at the same time, taking turns. (Otherwise, it's a threeway or a fourway) Just taking loads over the night is not the same thing (and a lot easier on the ass.) Gangbangs feed off the energies of other tops in the room, not just the energy from the bottom. Once cum starts flowing and we are churning each other's loads, it is a great time.

As a top, I would like to thank you for the reality check. It is just not for every bottom who dreams of it. Everything you mention is so important for a bottom to consider. It can take a huge toll on the guy. I am certainly one of those tops who expects both holes to be ready and willing. I have also learned I prefer two bottoms working a group in tandem--preferably guys who are very different physical types. When I was very young, I set up a GB with a hot young man I didn't know who was desperate to do it. He lasted ten minutes with the five large cocks I had taken hours to find. (Fortunately, one of the tops had cleaned out 'just in case' and stepped in and we had a blast.)

Cleveland—April, 2022 (Picking up where we left off in the last post…) One door is open which does not have a man on all fours. He is young, handsome and has a killer smile. His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet. “Come in,” he gestures. He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head. He does my shaft, my balls and back again. He loves when I fuck his face. He pulls off me to catch his breath. The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest. And killer abs. His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard. I think that’s it. And reach for my water bottle. I’m wrong. “I love your cock. Will you fuck me?” He flips over. His bubble butt is perfectly formed. I go to my knees. He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker. My tongue is suddenly as hard as my cock. I push it into him. Again and again. The young man groans—and begins to pant. I go back to licking his entire ass crack, but always coming back to work more on his hole. “Please, you gotta fuck me!” I keep rimming. His hole is incredibly wet now, thanks to me. Eventually, I stand up and slap my dick on his ass. “You want me raw?” He nods. My angry red cock head disappears into his black hole. He literally holds his breath until I am in place. Only once he feels my pubes grind into his ass cheeks he let his breath out. “Fuck me. The harder the better.” I build up to it. Slowly and deliberately. I build the speed now. Soon I am fucking him full force. He grabs the pillow again and uses it to cushion his head being thumped against the wall. His cock is always rock hard. And leaking. My fingers swipes up some of his pre cum. I noisily suck them clean—so he knows just what I’m doing. “Flip over. I want to see your face as I fuck.” I pull out and he rolls to his back. He grins up at me, still panting. “I love your dick.” I go to my knees and eat him again. His hole is super wet—a heady mix of pre cum, saliva and ass jizz. I slurp loudly as he strokes his cock. “Eat me…that’s so hot…” he moans. I move up from his ass to his mouth for a kiss. He welcomes me. His tongue is swabbing my mouth, relishing the taste of his fucked hole. We exchange a lot of spit. Without breaking the kiss, my cock is able to enter him. I fuck him slowly again. He breaks our lip lock to do a hit of poppers. He caps the bottle and in moments he is flying—from the fuck, from the fumes, from the heat of our kiss. I speed up the pace. Could I really cum this early in the night? “Can I ride your cock?” His question takes any thought of orgasm away. I pump him a few more times—loving the look on his face. Especially how his eyes roll up when I am giving it to him hard and fast. I slow. I pull out and help him up. “Lie down, I want to sit on you.” I do. It will be tight on a narrow bathhouse bed. I re-lube my dick. He stands astride me. I love looking up at his chiseled musculature. Such a fuckin’ treat. He settles down on my dick. His aim is perfect. It can’t be a very comfortable position with one foot on the bed and now one foot on the floor. But he is riding me, just as he wanted. He opens the poppers and takes a hit. He begins slamming down on my cock, moaning and speaking in words that are gibberish—but that I can tell are pure pleasure. Over and over he bounces. Our bodies are wet enough to make a sticky slapping sound with each bounce. And then he’s lurching towards the wall. I am just able to catch him. The poppers have made him dizzy. I get him down on the bed and stay long to make sure he’s fine. He’s all apologetic—but I shush him—and close the door… * I go to the dark area in the new sex wing. There is just enough light from the doorway to see a muscular butt in the air. A short, hairy man is fucking it. He has to stand on his toes to reach it—but he obviously loves what he’s feeling. The top pulls out and gestures for me to do the guy. I fuck him hard. The bottom gasps at the difference in dick size. He begins moaning and I hear the poppers open. I fuck a bit more and gesture back to the shorter man to resume. He does—with harder strokes now. I wonder if he’s going to seed him for me. We switch again. There may not be cum in his hole, but the top must have been leaking like crazy. It is now a very wet fuck. The other top watches me intently. Then he taps me on the hip. “I’m going to shoot…” I pull out and the short top gets inside him just in time. He shudders and gives the hot ass what has to be a big load. I clean the top’s cock when he pulls out and dive in for a quick felch before fucking in the slick cum. I only stop when the bottom needs to move as his legs are cramping. I step out of the dark room and see Cowboy Boots. He comes over, commenting on the dollops of cum stuck to my dick. “Let me fuck it into you.” He lies on the padded swinging bench, grabbing his legs around his knees, holding them in place. I slip into his well used ass. I love how the bench moves with my fuck movement. Soon, I can stand still and let the swing of the bench do the work of pulling him off me before slamming Cowboy Boots back onto my cock. Again and again his open, wet hole takes all of me… * It’s late. I need to get off. I tour the various areas. On a whim, I check the room of the hot young boy. His door is closed. I sigh—but there he is walking towards me. We hug. He’s feeling fine after his over use of poppers. “Would you like my load?” I whisper in his ear. He grins and unlocks his room. “How do you want me?” “How do you want to get bred?” “All fours—I feel so slutty that way.” He assumes the position. I kneel and spend a long time rimming him. I am sure he’s had someone else in his ass since me—and I love that idea. My dick is telling me it wants release with each lick of his wet hole. I rear up. My cock finds his ass and presses in. He yelps—but in a good way. I am now pounding into him. I try to slow down, but it’s a lost cause. My cock spurts again and again—while he whimpers his pleasure… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Getting Off at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 27.2022

I like Flex -- and with the crowd of the leather weekend, it was even more fun. It only got better as more men arrived in town over the next two days.

Cleveland—April, 2022 I made it into Cleveland easily. It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people. I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated. I set up my room—and wrote a little. After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps. I had not been to this one in several years. The pandemic was not the only excuse—but the last couple of CLAW’s I was just too busy elsewhere to go. Flex is huge—so I would only be in crowds if I wanted to be… I got there around 10pm. I ditch the clothes in the locker and take a tour to familiarize myself with the place again. I am dressed in a used, but clean-ish, jock, chaps and boots. My towel is slung over my shoulder. The wet area is on the same level as the locker room. Up a floor, I find the old play area/video room. There are more fuck benches and other assorted fuck furniture in it now. I go down the hall to what was once the CLAW wing of the bathhouse. The bathhouse has now set it up as its own garden of earthly delights with a dark area, gloryholes for dicks, a padded table, a glory hole wall for asses, a padded table that swings on chains and the usual couple of everyday slings on stands. And there is one other person milling around in the space—who is not interested in me at all. I walk a little more and find the tiny sling room in the middle of all the single rooms. There is a young man in it. He’s very good looking, his ebony skin shining in the spot light trained at the sling. I kneel and eat his ass. He strokes his sizable dick while I do it. I spit one last time on his hole and stand up. My cock pushes at his wet pucker. “Man, I’m only looking for guys to suck me.” I stop dead, shrug. In a sling? I go back to my tour. The sling in the old play area is now busy. A trim, hairy man around my age is getting fucked by a much younger guy. I stop and work on the bottom’s nipples. He groans and thanks me. The young guy fucking him is having trouble with his erection. He is squeezing the base of his cock as he pumps. He leans over to suck the bottom, making it hard to give him a good stroke. The bottom looks at my cock. “Let this guy have a turn.” The young man reluctantly agrees. He moves to the side, his hands on the bottoms nipples, as I go in. The bottom is instantly telling me how to fuck him. I want to cover his mouth with my hand, but I don’t. “I want you both in me at the same time.” The kid turns pale, but gamely says ‘yes.’ I lead them towards the padded bench in the new area. The kid looks at all the chains and gloryholes---and all but runs out of the room… * “Fuck, that feels good.” I have found a fuck bud in the sling in the old play area. I am balls deep in Cowboy Boots. He knows how to work his ass to give me a great fuck. My hand grazes his nipples as I fuck into him. “Have you seen the new space?” I ask. He hasn’t. We go there to fuck—and to see if we can draw people in. He hops into one of the slings. There are more people back here now. We even get a couple to watch and stroke. One, a young lanky Black guy, is especially turned on. He watches my cock split into Cowboy Boots. When I pull out, he gasps. “I want that.” “In the sling?” “I need to sit on it.” Cowboy Boots gives me a thumbs-up to go with the young man. We go to the padded bench. I lie down. He unrolls a Magnum on my dick. I lube it up. He unrolls one on his dick, too. Then he settles down on me. He sighs, pauses and begins to ride and stroke. In no time he fills that condom with his own seed… * Later. I find a hot looking ass on a table in the old, dark play space. The only light in this dark area falls on the ass crack of the man on all fours. I caress those cheeks and figure out that it is Cowboy Boots. I slip into him again and fuck. The bench squeaks in rhythm with me. This attracts guys. They stroke. But I can’t get anyone to take a turn up his ass. I smack his butt—letting the sound ring in this dark area. CB tightens down on me and I continue to plow… * I wander the warren of single rooms. One door is open which does not have a man on all fours. He is young, handsome and has a killer smile. His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet. “Come in,” he gestures. He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head. He does my shaft, my balls and back again. He loves when I fuck his face. He pulls off me to catch his breath. The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest. And killer abs. His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard. I think that’s it. And reach for my water bottle. I’m wrong. “I love your cock. Will you fuck me?” He flips over. His bubble butt is perfectly formed. I go to my knees. He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker… More to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2022

Near Home—April, 2022 I was packing for my trip to CLAW for several days before I was to actually leave. I was excited to return to a leather weekend. Just the act of putting things in travel bags at the foot of my bed (toys, restraints, leathers) worked my cock up. I knew I wanted to get off at least once more before I set off to Cleveland. So back to the closest bookstore I went. I wasn’t about to waste my load with a wank… The parking lot is full. I take the last space. A trim young daddy type is locking his car next to me. He gives me a head nod and goes into the building. I follow. He buys a ticket to the two theatres and vanishes into one of them—I can’t tell which. I buy my ticket and step into the straight theatre. It’s almost full. Nothing is currently happening sexually, but you can feel the sexual tension in the air. I take one of the last single seats against the wall. I look around. Right now it’s all just men groping at the mound in their lap. I unbutton and let my cock spring free. I watch the movie and idly jerk my cock. This encourages a younger Black guy to unzip and jerk in public. I pause and bend down, reaching for my water bottle on the floor. When I sit back up, I can feel someone standing right behind me, leaning on the wall. I take a swig and look. It’s the young Caucasian daddy from the parking lot. His cock is out—hard, very red in the head and inches from my neck. I nod to him—and with no shame at all he takes two steps so his dick is lodged in my mouth. This action makes someone on the back wall unzip to let the guy in the cocksucker’s seat have a cock, too. Other men unzip. The young Black man has his eyes riveted on me. His hand gets busier on his dick as I suck a cock so openly. The guy in my mouth is eager—and with little control. He has been in the building for about 15 minutes and his cock is about to shoot. I feel him swell. The guy groans—and fires a thick load into my mouth. He zips up and leaves, smirking. I take another swig of water to wash it all down. I look right at the young man. He looks away—but keeps stroking. We play this game for about five minutes as he decides what he wants to do. We both hear the guy against the back wall get off. The young Black man, thin, maybe as old as 28, stands up and hides his long thin cock. He looks like he is leaving the room. Instead he kneels in front of me. I am slightly surprised—but pleased. He has sucked cock before but has no real skill at it—but his eagerness makes up for it. He moans each time I touch his head or his shoulder. “Do my balls,” I whisper. I pull them freer from the fabric of the pouch. This seems to really turn him on. I pull them up slightly and his tongue goes for my cock ring and the day’s worth of musk under my balls. He jerks faster. And faster. Lapping now, a little deeper down my perineum. “Don’t waste your load,” I whisper to him. He grunts—and stands up. This long thin cock spurts the first blast onto my beard. The rest goes into my mouth. He lets me clean his cock off—actually loves it—where I am almost always too sensitive. He zips up and leaves after I get the last drop off his wilting dick. I lick at some of the cum in my beard. I like that I will smell like him all night… * I have moved to the gay side. I have an older white guy in my mouth. He can’t stay hard. He finally gives up and goes out. I stroke to the movie. I know there is someone in the back corner behind the door. I hear footsteps. “Fuck me.” I turn. It is a mid-30’s Latino. He moves closer yet. “I want that big dick.” He pulls out a condom and shoves the Durex Extra Safe package towards me. I shake my head. He leaves. I watch the movie. He comes back, the door banging. “Here.” He has bought me a Magnum. I can’t refuse him now… He drops his pants to his ankles and leans on the chair in front of him. It’s a nicely rounded ass—dusted on the cheeks with long black hair. His crack is very hairy. I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rimming. I can tell he’s showered before the tongue touches him. I eat him out as he groans, opening the condom and rolling it on as I do it. I lube it—and stand up. I let him feel the condom is in place and poke at his hole. He is tight. He reaches back again with his left hand to slow me down. I see the wedding ring on his finger. I add more lube, remembering the rubber. This time I go in. He is tight—but willing. He groans as I work his ass open. I reach under him. His uncut dick is soft and swinging to my fuck rhythm. It’s a mistake. He cums all over my hand, without getting hard. I pull out—and am really glad I am rubber upped… * I wander between the two theatres. I see the Linebacker, the hot Latin man who took 4 loads from three of us on my first harvesting for cum adventure. He nods to me as he pulls a man my age into one of the preview booths and locks the door. Nothing is happening now in the straight theatre. I go back to the gay cinema, where the movie is better. I sit—aware that again someone is behind the door. I hear pants open. And some wet sounding stroking. I get up and investigate. The guy is mid 40’s, white and thin. His cock is just that, too—very white and very thin with a slight downwards hook. I go to my knees and take him down my throat. He fits perfectly. He fucks my mouth quite happily. Then he leans down, pulling out of me slightly, to feel for my cock. “Wow,” he whispers, “let me suck you.” We switch around. He’s good. Wet and slick. He pulls off me. “Fuck me?” I nod. No condom comes out this time. He wants me raw. He drops his pants and bends over right there. It’s too cramped a space for me to get to my knees to rim—so I just add more lube. I slip in. He takes me like a champ. Groaning and telling me it feels great. I fuck him hard. I am damn close to giving him a load after all the various play tonight. I speed up. Just as I am about to say, ‘You want my load?’ the guy says, “Let my taste you again.” He pulls off me and spins around. “I’m gonna shoot,” I bark. He stands, saying “Shoot on my dick.” My aim is good. Blast after blast hits his thin, engorged cock. He grabs it using, using my cum for lube, and blasts his own load all over the floor and my left boot… * As I leave, the Linebacker is in the parking lot. “May I have your number?” he asks. I give it to him. “My boyfriend loves to see me get fucked by other big dicked guys. Send me some dick pics and I will see what he says.” I smile all the way home. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dropping a Load before CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May, 23, 2022

My Playroom—April, 2022 The very next day after the second bookstore trip, Dave was coming to the playroom. We’d had two hot sessions before the pandemic, but had lost touch. He had sent me a text and asked about re-connecting. I was more than ready to meet this self-described pig again… I am leaning against the end of the fuck bench. Dave is on his knees. He looks great in his slightly stained white jock and black boots—flagging yellow on his socks. His mouth finds my pouch. He mouths it until it is wet. All the flavors of the jock come back to life—and he groans as he tastes them. Now he is hungry. My cock is hard and out the side of the pouch. He swallows me down. I have hydrated—but seemingly not quite enough—I can’t give him the splash of piss I want to during the sucking. Finally I pull out of his mouth and tell him to get on the bench. Dave scrambles into place. He loves the mirror in front of him. He watches me go to my knees and get the first taste of his ass. I dig in, opening him easily. I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times this afternoon. I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth. Dave hungrily licks me clean. “Like the taste of your ass?” I grunt. But there is no doubt about it. I go back to his ass. I stand and piss down his ass crack. Just a few short spurts. I drop to my knees and plant my face in his pissed out crack. I lick some of it up and push more of the piss, clinging to his crack hair, into his asshole. I stand and fuck him. Harder than before. Again I make the trip to his mouth so he can enjoy the tastes of his ass, now with my piss, that cover my cock. Ass Pic Dave has brought some toys. I grab a slim black dildo and work it in. There is room for my dick as well. I fuck his now super tight hole. Soon I move on to my egg headed toy. It is a very tight fit when I add my cock—but we both like it. He cleans my cock again. This time kneeling before me. He stands and we share the taste as we kiss. “I want to eat your ass.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I get in the sling, my legs supported for the moment on the poles. He dives in. He loves to rim every bit as much as I do—and he knows how to do it. My legs turn to jelly—so we use the stirrups, but at my knee and hooked behind my head. It tilts my ass up and gives him a new angle to tongue ravage my hole. I finally stop jerking and just let him give me pleasure until his knees are tired. We switch places. I rim. I kiss. I fuck. I rim. I piss. I rim. I kiss and fuck. Among his toys are two small balls on a string. They go in easily—and my cock after. I move to his three balls on a string. They are smoother and the best double fuck of cock and toy of the session. We both love this moment of DP and I make it last. “You want my cum in your hole, right?” “I love anyone’s cum in my hole,” he grins. “That’s what I thought. I won’t be long.” I pull out of him and am gone for just a quick trip to the freezer. “I went to the bookstore twice—once before Easter and again yesterday. I brought you back all the cum I sucked out of the guys there.” Pic of condoms I dangle two condoms taped to a piece of cardboard. I cut the first one off. “This is two loads from Saturday. I was sucking a cute cub. He didn’t want to give me his load—but I told him what I was going to do with it. He came back to find me and let me have it—and I spat it into this condom.” I push the frozen chunk of cum into him. He gasps. And groans. “The second load was from a paunchy top. Again, he didn’t want to give me his cum until I told him what I would do with it. That paunchy guy also loaded a hot Latino I was fucking—and I got to taste his second load, too, as I felched before I loaded that Latino.” Dave’s eyes roll up as I fuck him. I can feel the frozen chunk of cum melting beneath my dick. I don’t fuck him long as I don’t want the second devil’s dick to melt in the condom. “I went back yesterday. I fucked his guy showing off his ass against the side wall. Then I sucked off some of the guys who watched.” Dave groans again as I snip the second frozen condom off the cardboard. “The first was an old man who wanted me to fuck him like I did the show off. I refused—and said I needed his cum. He gave me a huge load, though he never got hard and had the tiniest of dicks.” I inch the second devil’s dick into him. “The second guy had a hot beard, a huge wedding ring and a regulation sized cock. He came fast. And I spit his load in the same condom. The third guy was later in the afternoon. He was hiding behind the door to the gay cinema and stroking. I thought he was younger, but once I knelt, I could see he was easily 50. Nice downward curved cock that fit my throat perfectly. I had to work to get him to cum in my mouth and not all way down my throat. He shot the moment my finger touched his ass.” I push my cock into him. I look right into Dave’s wide eyes. “The fourth was a Black guy I see there fairly regularly. He’s my length but thinner. He shot a huge load for you.” Dave groans. I keep up a slow, long stroke into his increasingly cummy hole. The cum chunks are melting fast. “The last guy was the only one on the straight side. He had a hunting coat and cap, huge, hairy balls and a smaller dick. I offered to suck him and he didn’t want me to…then gave in. I sucked him, then he jerked his cock as I licked his massive balls. He stood up for me to get the load. And shot all over the floor. He left instantly. And I fuckin’ licked up his load and spat it in the condom.” And I had—no need for fiction here. My dick swells in his ass just talking about it. “Doing that made me shoot into the condom, too. So six loads in this one. Eight loads are being churned together now in your ass.” I begin fucking him hard. Soon enough I bring my cock to his mouth. It’s that harder kind of cock cleaning from a sling, but he is determined to get the scum off my dick. I fuck more. I felch a little, letting the loads ooze. I snowball it up to him. We both know it is rimseat time. I set it up as he gets out of the sling. I get under. He sits. There is not a huge gush of mixed load cocktail—but a nice steady drip of cum into my mouth. Cum that had already been there before. My tongue scours his puffy hole for every drop… * When I have had my fill, we switch places. He rims me deep and hard as I sit on his face. At some point I have put the ankle restraints on him. I get up off the rimseat and snap the spreader bar in place. He can stay right under the seat as I roll his ass up for a fucking. I hammer him and then go back for more of his tongue. We switch back to the sling for even more rimming. More of him doing me…and then me fucking and rimming him. “I need to add a fresh load up your ass. Where do you want it?” He chooses the bench—so he can watch me fuck in that big mirror in front of him. I have been edging now for a long time with all the piss and cum play. It takes me very little time to push in and give him that fresh load to take home… * Dave thoughtfully brought me matching socks. Thank you—they were a hit at CLAW! His first two encounters are: A Wet Airport Fuck Getting Even Wetter with Dave The original post, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Slick and Sticky Surprise for Dave (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 19, 2022

Near Home—April, 2022 I went to Easter dinner (with what family remains here in Michigan) still thinking about that hot moment of felching and loading the Linebacker. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I dreamed a variation of the scene that night, awaking at one point with a terrifically hard dick. The next morning, my plumped, if not hard, cock dictated what I was doing that day—so off we went to bookstore, to see who needed relief after seeing their family… The parking lot is packed. Men are everywhere. There are no seats in the straight theatre. There are a few in the gay cinema. My entrance there stops a blow job. I do a ‘don’t mind me gesture’ and sit in the back corner. They resume—an older cocksucker sitting down front giving head to a man around his age. I watch a little and haul out my ready-to-go cock. I look at the guy in the cocksucker’s seat, but he is more interested in the movie than me. I stroke. There is movement on the far wall. A young man has emerged from the dark corner behind the door. He is in a white A-shirt and clinging running shorts. As a number of us watch, he turns and leans against the wall. His ass arches out towards us. He grinds it. Men watching take their cocks out if they weren’t stroking before. The young man reaches back and pulls the waist band of the running shorts down. Ever so slowly. He is revealing, inch by inch, a pale white, perfectly formed, bubble butt. He moves again—arching the now bare butt towards us. He looks over his shoulder—watching the men stroke to his performance. One guy gets up. He tries to turn the guy around so he can blow him. The young man resists and shakes his head. I sigh—some people are so bad at reading signals. I stand up, my cock swinging as I walk. I kneel, inches away from that perfect ass. I thrust my face into the crack between those two hairless mounds. My tongue finds his pucker. The young man does a deep intake of breath and grinds his perfect ass into my face. I lick the entire length of his crack. My beard comes into play, too. I lick and spit and drill into his hot butt. The kid moans and pants, smashed against the wall. “I want your cock…” he whimpers. “Fuck me.” “Fuck him with that big dick,” says a voice somewhere behind me. I stand up, my cock resting between his ass cheeks, bathed in the spit I left behind. “You want my raw cock?” I whisper in the young man’s ear. I mentally pray he doesn’t tell me to rubber up. “Every inch of it, daddy,” he whispers back. I lube my dick lightly. There is lots of saliva there to help. I slap his ass with my hard cock. He braces against the wall and arches his ass out once again. My cock head disappears into his pucker. A guy comes over to watch as my cock enters him. Slowly, but smoothly—never needing to stop until my untrimmed pubes are grinding into his cheeks. Now I pause. The young man pants. He fists his hard cock for the first time. “Go ahead. Fuck me now.” I begin the in and out. Slowly at first. And not too far out. But I build. His hand moving on his cock is telling me he wants more. In moments I am piston fucking his hole. “Fuck, yes…do me.” I give him several strokes of long dicking—just my cockhead left in him on the backstroke. Suddenly I stop, pull out and go to my knees. I bury my face in his wet ass. He moans and stifles a sob that erupts from his throat. I lick up some of his copious ass jizz, stand up and plow back into him. “Cum in me. I want your load.” His hand is a blur on his own dick. “Please...” I am not sure I can cum yet, but I know I will if I can. I want to send his hot ass home with my seed. “You like my cock?” I whisper in his ear. “You really want my cum?” “Yes…yes…” he pants. I angle my fuck slightly differently and hit his prostate. That does it. His cock begins firing splat after wet splat against the cinder block wall; the whiteness of the semen in stark contrast with the black paint on the blocks. The young man pulls off me. “I can’t take anymore…” he pleads. He is suddenly really aware of his stroking audience. He finds a wet wipe in his sock and hurries back into the darkness or the corner to clean up. I let my finger trace a tiny pattern in the blob of semen on the wall before I bring the stickiness up to my mouth to taste it. The door opens and closes—he’s gone. I turn to the eight men in the room, all but one with their cock out. Instantly, they put them away. Half of them leave in a quick exodus. I decide to wash up a little myself. When I come back the crowds in both theatres have lightened. Now it’s my mouth, not my dick that comes into play. I get five loads quite easily… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Showing It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 16, 2022

Near Home—April, 2022 I gave myself a week off after the rout at the house party in Chicago. I wanted to make sure I didn’t bring anything nasty home. Not to mention, I was thoroughly sated. By the next Saturday, all was good—and I was horned again. It was the Saturday before Easter. Seeing the family over the holidays can be stressful. I have often found men at the bookstore relieving that stress on either the day before or after big family functions. I decided to see if it was true this year… The parking lot is fairly full on this sunny afternoon. I pay for my ticket and wander into the straight theatre. The seats at the back are full—I sit closer to the front and to the side. I unbutton and stroke. In moments of my cock fully erecting, a cute cub moves from against the back wall to between my boots. I have seen this guy before but we have never done anything together. He is now making up for lost time. He is slurping loudly on my dick as he beats his own rather average sized prick. He comes up for air and we grin. I push his head down again telling him to lick my balls. He does. With loud lapping sounds that fill the room and leave my hairy nuts dripping with his saliva. Eventually, I let him back on my cock. He works hard—and expects a load anytime. But it is far too fast for me to be very close. He finally stands up to rest his knees. His cock is right there—all but in my face. Of course I suck it. The Cub is surprised. I tongue his leaking piss slit. Now, he’s pleased. He’s wearing shorts so my hands can go up the legs and massage his hairy ass cheeks. He groans while I squeeze and suck. My middle finger grazes his butt hole. He responds with a moan. I do it again. He moans—deeper and longer. I wet my finger with the saliva he left all over my balls. I begin to work it into his pucker. I would really like to fuck this cub. I am up to the first knuckle. He sighs as my tongue and lips service his cock. Suddenly he pulls away with a whispered “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I agree that neither do I—and we should look for each other later. He goes off to the arcade and I go over to the gay cinema. I interrupt a slightly overweight daddy feeding his cock to an older gentleman. I make an apologetic hand gesture and sit down. It takes a moment, but finally the blow job continues. I concentrate on the screen and my stroking—with an occasional glance at the couple. The sucker seemingly doesn’t like to be seen with a dick in his mouth. He stops the action and leaves, slightly huffily. I apologize to the bigger guy, who sits with his thick cock hanging out. “Well,” he sighs, “you could make it up to me by finishing the job.” I smirk, walk over to him and kneel in front of him. My mouth ovals big for his thickness. He sighs again and occasionally strokes my head. In no time I have a thick load in my mouth… * The Cub finds me not long after, now alone and stroking to the gay porn. “Will you get me off?” He unzips. He has no need of my finger in his ass—he is ready to fire. Load two in just a few licks… * I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight side. A Black Daddy I know is eyeing me, uncertain if he should let me blow him with another man in the room. The slightly overweight daddy who gave me his load is here, too, still stroking to this rather nasty anal porn—and keeping an eye on me. You can feel the tension in the air of who will make the first move. It’s solved by the door opening. A young Latino, who could be a linebacker on his college team, comes in. He stands next to me. He is wearing shorts of very flimsy and sheer material. He’s hung big and hard. You can see the outline. I wait for his cock to come out. “May I suck you?” It’s the linebacker to me. I nod and he goes to his knees. He’s great. He obviously loves cock in his mouth and knows how to please it. He never touches his own raging hard-on. The other two guys in the room watch and stroke faster. Linebacker comes up for air. “I love big dick. Fuck me?” I can’t believe my good fortune. He is easily 6 feet tall, and thick with muscle. He pulls the clingy shorts down. His brown ass is sculpted and hard as granite. He leans against the back wall—his ass jutting out to me at the prefect angle. I go to my knees and surprise him by sticking my tongue deep in hole. He groans. “Eat me…” he mumbles. The older Black man inches closer. He rubs Linebacker’s nipples through his shirt. I stand up and slap my cock on his ass. “You want it raw?” “Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” I push the head in. He’s not tight. I am guessing he has a lucky boyfriend. Or a good sized toy. Black Daddy moves a little and Linebacker bends more to ease me in—and to suck that dick. It’s a daddy spit roast. The sight of him with two cocks in him makes me fuck him faster. And it makes the potbellied daddy stand up and join us. I think Linebacker will sample the new dick that is right by his mouth—but he won’t stop sucking the bigger one. He stays on it as the cock explodes in his mouth. The Black guy is wrecked with his orgasm. But he lets Linebacker continue to clean up his dick, as I plow away. “Let me fuck him,” says Pot Belly. “You want another cock in you?” I ask. “He’s nice and thick.” Linebacker hesitates for a millisecond than nods—the black cock still in his mouth. I pull out. Pot Belly pushes in. This will be his second load—I hope he won’t need to fuck forever to get there. No worries there. In moments Pot Belly is howling out his breeding of the muscle ass he’s now seeding. Linebacker knows to milk him—I can see the muscles working as I go to my knees. Pot Belly pulls out and gives his dick to Linebacker to clean. I dive in and begin felching the load running out of the muscle ass. He is now spit roasted with a cummy, deflating cock and my hard as a rock tongue. His own cock, huge and throbbing, is bouncing with a life of its own. I stand up, spit some of the seed from my mouth into my hand and use it to lube my cock. I push in. Linebacker rears up and off the spent dick. “Give it to me,” he grunts out. “Fuck me hard.” I do. “I’m going to breed you…” “Do it!” His hand finally touches his own dick. “I’m so close…” In no more than three thrusts, I grab his hips and empty into him with a loud groan. He squeezes down on me—and that makes him shoot, too. He pulls off me fast. He doesn’t clean my cock—he’s no longer horny. And I’m fine with that. I give him a quick hug—and a piece of paper towel to clean himself up. We go out to the parking lot together. “I want that cock again,” he tells me before getting into his car. “You come here a lot?” I smile and nod… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cock and Ass at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 13, 2022

I also prefer CLAW. IML is about the contest for many men. CLAW has a more relaxed atmosphere without the leather contest. The classes there can be a great break from hook ups. Every fetish you can think of is likely represented so you can pick up pointers and safety tips. I am pretty sure HorseMarket SF will also be back at CLAW this year. The bathhouse is closer to the hotel and there is a transportation option in your registration.

I know a guy who plays in public to get that raging hard on...and he takes it home to his partner to actually shoot.

I am planning to attend.

Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on. I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock. I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders. “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of him.” He helps the young man sit. There is jizz leaking all over his crack. I lick him clean and dig in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time. I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard. He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone. I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works. Zane is at the bar. I tell him what just happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor. It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others. Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. Hour Four When Zane has licked his fill, we change over. I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more. We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other. A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?” I step to the side. The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest. I watch Zane’s face. He gets out of the sling. “What’s up?” “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.” “Really?” “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.” He kisses me. “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door. I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home. I find the nearest vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads. When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot. But no. I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs. I lick in up and drool it on my dick. I move to the bed, again. I fuck any man who wants me. Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. And then I find the one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth. I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him. He does poppers as I felch. “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans. I stand up and shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could. I slide into the slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there. I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022