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North of Me—December, 2021 As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years. Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex. I do like some time to elapse before writing. It lets the events marinate in my mind. I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time. (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.) Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year. I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear. I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement. Mine was the third sling. They were all in a row at one end of the wood paneled room. Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down. He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight. He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set. This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat. I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported. (I needn’t have bothered. The slings were the place to be…) Five more men were expected. They began to arrive. Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well. We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger. The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again. It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play. After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped. I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches… It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging. I have the Ginger Bear in the sling. In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist. I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips. It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear. I pull out and grease up my left. It is always an easy entry with GB. We know each other well. He relaxes and I glide into place. I pull out and add my dick in with my hand. The top next to us likes this move a lot. I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear. The flogging has stopped. The top was too hard too fast. He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling. On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right. It is slower going. I pull my dick out and kneel. I grease up both hands now. The left goes in. I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time. GB loves each extra stretch. The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs. The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated. They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. This inspires me to try my right hand. I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in. I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles. I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again. Success. My right sinks into place. I pull out and do it again. “Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear. I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen. I clean him up with paper towels. I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner. * After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo. He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night. I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms. He walks away, spent and happy. The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling. I watch the older man fuck him for a moment. My cock gets very hard. They both notice—and both want me to take a turn. I move in. The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest. He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool. I lock eyes with him. “You want my cock up your ass?” “Fuck, yeah. You look huge.” “Fuck him,” says the other top. Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking. This makes the top very happy. “Taste my cock juice in there?” I grunt. (I can’t, but it still tastes good.) I spit one last time into the guy and stand up. My cock head slaps his balls. I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole. Once. Twice. And I slide right in. He really wants me. And he has me. Balls deep. “Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass. “Oh! Fuck!! You feel great…” I am standing still, not moving a muscle. Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him. “Fuck me,” he breathes. And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast. His ass is a natural. He loves squeezing down on me. I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. He pushes right in and continues the fuck. I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too. I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. “Shit…” “Do the work. I’m standing still.” He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him. It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does. It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. We change around again. I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass. I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest… * We go up for dessert. I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass. He could take bigger toys, but not a fist. He’s eager to try me. Down we go, back to the sling. I do the same distraction method. Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching. And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 24, 2022

Indianapolis—December, 2021 A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy. We both had an itch that needed to be scratched. I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car. I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar. (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.) I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go… Keshawn stands in front of the couch. I sit on it to tie my boots. His huge cock slaps me in the face. I forget my laces and take him into my mouth. Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open. But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it. He moans as I tongue his piss slit. I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more. He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock. I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate. Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls. He gets them good and wet. “Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur. He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch. He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV. I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole. “Oh, fuck…” His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open. But I don’t stop. I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning. Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him. He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him. I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke. His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it. Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. “Fuck me!” I oblige. Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all. But I can’t help myself. I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen. I slow down and pull out. I taste his hole again. He is so damn juicy—already. I savor it and swallow. “Let’s do the sling.” I get Keshawn into the stirrups. I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there. I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly. I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back. But soon my cock replaces it. I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole. Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him. His hand strokes his never soft cock. I slow down. I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft. Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. His ass is getting wetter. I have to stop and taste him again. I lick and spit some back into him. I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down. I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth. He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…” I go back and fuck him, hard and fast… * I want his ass in a different position. I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee. Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head. I do the same to his other leg. I kneel and rim him deep. Again, the change of position allows for even more access. Keshawn is stroking hard. I stand up and fuck him. Balls deep on every stroke. He grunts on every hard thrust. He is loving it. His moans are the kind that make me work even harder. I relax his legs to the regular sling position. The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible. Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again. Just as hard. Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks. Over. And over. Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself. I pull out and bend to taste some of it. Then I coat my cock with his cum. “Can you keep going?” “Yes...” “I am fucking your cum into you. Take it.” I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock. I look down and see it froth around his ass lips. Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him. I take a hit of his poppers. I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole. I stand up and sink into him. I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own… And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 20, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 We had talked for a bit on one of the hook up sites. Perry and I seemed to be quite in tune for a session in my playroom. We talked about some limits. We spoke of kinks. We met on Boxing Day… I am half sitting/half leaning against the top piece of the fuck bench as I watch Perry strip. I like what I see. He is a good 10 years younger than I, and beefy as opposed to a bear. He is not quite my height. As he bends to find his red jock, my cock stirs in my own jock pouch. I can’t wait to get into him. Perry steps into the jock and looks at me. “Come here.” I point to the padded floor between my splayed legs. He kneels. He takes me out of the jock, sighs and begins not on my drooling cock head—but by licking my balls. It’s my turn to sigh. I knew he’d been reading the blog—and he’s remembered how much I like my balls tongued. I give my cock an occasional stroke while his tongue seems to find every millimeter of my ball sack. Slowly, his tongue finally leaves my nuts and finds my wet cock head. He spends just as much time sucking my dick. This makes me so ready to taste his hole—and I tell him so. We move around to get him on the fuck bench. I kneel behind him, pull his generous cheeks apart and then drill my tongue into his pucker. “Fuck, yeah. Get me ready for your cock.” I slobber into his hole. Moaning. His tight hole relaxes with each thrust of my tongue. I lube my cock up as I do it. Spit some more—and then I stand, my wet cock slapping his exposed asshole. “Fuck me…” My cockhead enters him before he finishes the phrase. I am literally sucked in until I am balls deep. I give him a moment…and begin the first of countless fucks over the next few hours. He is tight and wet—and hungry. He pushes back to meet me, squeezing down on my cock. I pull out. I am hungry to taste his hole again, now that it’s had a cock in it. It doesn’t disappoint—he is a self-luber and I love the beginnings of his ass slime on my tongue. It makes me fuck him again. Harder. Faster. Longer. He rears up on the bench to look at himself in the mirror. Our eyes connect and he grins before muttering “Fuck me harder.” I do. We move to the sling. I eat his hole briefly—but I am too eager to fuck him again. I do a slow, deliberate fuck—to let him feel me invade every inch my cock can reach. Perry’s eyes have just found the mirror above the sling. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to pant. This makes me pick up speed. I begin thrusting deep and hard. The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room… * “Let me put this on you.” I have the blindfold in my hand. “You have watched it all—now it’s time to just feel it.” I let out the strap and buckle it in place. He looks hot—blindfolded and content—waiting patiently for me to do anything to him. “I do this for I never want you to know where I will be next…” My fingers lightly graze his nipples. One hand runs down his chest and touches his cock mounded in the jock pouch. The other hand bears down on his nipple, working it hard. My tongue soon replaces my hand on his nipple—I lick lightly. Teeth are applied—just grazingly. I move to his ass. I slap his pouch with my hard cock. I fuck him, briefly. I kneel and rim him again. I take a sip of cold water and spray it over his ass crack. He gasps—and I lick it all up. I do it again. I fuck him. I go back to rimming extra juicy hole. I do the cold water spit one more time. I let it drip off him as I stand up. Suddenly I am pissing his ass crack—the hot piss totaling changing the temperature of his ass. I kneel and lick it up, savoring the taste. I fuck him. I give him a piss spurt as I pull out—so it’s not too deep in his hole. “Push it out,” I tell him as I kneel. He does and I swallow it down… * It’s my turn in the sling. Perry sits on the chair and licks my balls as I lazily jack my dick. Occasionally his mouth replaces my hand—but it is mostly about getting my balls incredibly wet. When they are—we change places and I fuck him again. We both love the sound my wet testicles make as they slap his upturned ass. “Let’s try this.” I grab the speculum. His hole is gaping enough now it slides right in. I crank it. After each turn of the key, my finger snakes in and finds his prostate. His cock is drooling under the fabric—making a stain. I continue until it is wide enough for me to add my cock. Perry watches me enter him in the mirror above. He groans and closes his eyes. “So full…” he mutters. I fuck him for quite some time, loving how the medical device changes the feel of his butt. Finally I crank it shut. I slide the slender butt plug in him as I show the speculum to him. I splay the sides open so he can see how far he was stretched. “Please breed me…” I set the speculum on the towel under the sling and add the butt plug to it. My tongue finds his hole. I rim him with intensity. My cock rears up—dripping precum. “I want your cum, man.” I stand up. I enter him. The switch has been flipped. I am all about myself now. My need to breed. I fuck him hard. He vocally eggs me on. I grab the upper cross pieces of the sling frame. I fuck a couple of more strokes. And my cock begins to fire… The original, with comments from the bottom, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Get Me Ready for Your Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 13, 2022

North of Me—December, 2021 The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas. I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon… The sling is still in the basement. I am glad the space heater is running. I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse. When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight. Damn. The space heater has thrown a breaker and it’s quite chilly. I toggle it back in place before I strip. I get my boots back on in a hurry—the floor is cold. I add the jock simply to keep my lube in the waistband. I kneel and lick his fresh from the shower ass crack, concentrating on opening his pucker. I am soon fucking that hole. Hard. I have brought the eggheaded dildo. I add it—and my cock. I love how it tightens up any hole. We fuck for a bit, me holding on to the top of the sling frame and letting my hips do the work. I do some speculum spreading before the first hand goes in. I crank it open—and add my cock. I watch his eyes roll back in his head. The Ginger Bear is always twisting his nipples no matter what it is I am doing to his ass. This trip I have brought some nipple forceps. They go on with a nice intake of breath from him and a satisfying snap as the handle locks in place. My left hand goes in easily after some finger stretches. Then my right. Soon, I have one hand in him and four fingers from the other adding a little more stretch. He sighs. I reverse the hand in him and stretch with the other fingers. Both of us like the feeling. Back and forth and back. There is a toy on his table I don’t recognize. It looks like a miniature fire hydrant. The head goes in easily. I have to work just a little on the bigger rim that finishes the head. Next on the toy’s shaft are four prongs (the spigots on the hydrant, I suppose.) I don’t want to just push them all in. I work to get each to disappear individually with a little ass massage. There is then another thick ring. A little more pressure and a little more massage and his hungry hole takes it as well. And suddenly we are really feeling the chill. We go upstairs and warm up. The Ginger Bear fixes a pizza with chicken and barbeque sauce that is amazing… The original is here. It went on to do an Equipment Close-Up of the hydrant toy: From My Side of the Sling: FFist, FFun and FFellowship (and an Equipment Close-Up) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 10, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 It had been a while since I’d seen Jake. I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date. He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up. We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in. A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages. My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very cold. We checked in with each other that morning and Jake decided he still wanted to come south… I get a text. Jake’s running ahead of schedule. I slurp the rest of my soup a little faster—he’s only 15 minutes or so away. I get drinking water down to the playroom and place towels under the sling and bench. The play bed is made and ready. Toys are on the shelf. Lube. I go upstairs and find the Crisco. I spoon out as much as I think I might use and take it downstairs. I select a disc of fisting porn and get that ready to go. It is feeling warmer. I shut the door to keep the heat in. There’s the doorbell. I head upstairs. Jake comes in. We hug. I can feel the chill on his coat. I take it and hang it up. He grabs his bag and we go downstairs. I suggest he leave his clothes on the chair behind the door to keep the bed free before I go upstairs to strip. Jake has his clothes off and his harness on by the time I’m back. I leave my robe on the doorknob. It’s just jock and boots for me. We embrace. My fingers find his oversized nipples and twist. He pants. Jake sits on the edge of the twin bed. He wants to suck my hardening cock. It is better if he can get it deep inside his throat before I fully harden. Not today. I am erect and he can’t quite get his mouth around it without some pesky teeth getting in the way. I don’t care—we’re here for assplay not fellatio. “Get on the bench.” He does. I kneel and attack his ass with my tongue. Jake groans and tells me how good it feels. I am deep in his hole very fast. I stand up and slide the dick in—not nearly as slowly as I might. I just fuck him. Hard. His hole flowers open like it always does with me. I quickly add the egg headed dildo and DP him with toy and flesh. His ass is so ready for me that I grease up my left hand while he is still on the bench. I kneel and it’s a straight shot in. An easy entry. I alternate between hand and then cock and back again. I want more. I grab the Ass Grommet from the toy shelf and slip it over my erection. It makes the circumference of my cock about the same as my fist. I grease it up and push all of me in. Jake yelps but takes it. So much so that he begins pushing back on my thrusts to meet me. Sling time. Jake opts for the ankle restraints instead of the stirrups. I start with the speculum. (As if he wasn’t already open!!) We both enjoy the incremental opening. And the fuck once the wings are wide enough. I close it and begin fisting for quite some time. Lots of first one hand and then the other. Back and forth. With an occasion eight finger stretch. I grab the chain with the medium sized links. I grease it up and watch it disappear into him, link by link. Jake loves the heft of it in his gut—and the stretch as each link slowly emerges as I pull it out. Back to hands. Then I use the long toy with the handle. It fucks his wide open hole to the very depths. As I switch to the butt plug, the lights go out. And the heater. I take a quick look upstairs. The electricity is out for my whole neighborhood. There is a small basement style window above the rimseat wall—so we have enough light to continue. We soon pause for a moment on the bed, Jake holding me. It’s getting nippy in the room already. When we get up, he gets his balls inserted in the bottom half of a tight wooden box, shaped like a musician’s wood block. There is a top that slow screws down to crush them. Jake lies back in the sling and I slowly work the device tighter and tighter on his testicles. I drum on the box—sending vibrations through his body. He wants more. I hit it harder, finally grabbing the rigid pink dildo with balls and use it as a mallet. We unscrew it all. We fuck. It’s getting damn cold. I cover his upper body with an extra towel. I am working for a fisting double…but the cold is just too much. We have played for quite a bit and his hole can use the break. We wipe down. We dress. And the lights come back on… * The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 3, 2022 On the original blog there is also a post written by Jake, told from his perspective: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Assplay in an Even Colder Climate (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 4, 2022 I also published an Equipment Close-up with pictures of his ball crushers and Jake in them: From My Side of the Sling: Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Crusher (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 7, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 We met on Asspig. Very early in our conversation he typed that he had found the blog. He gushed about it. I hope he won’t mind that I quote him here: “Dang, Dude ! You are a great writer. Nice pacing, tone of voice, your prose moves right along with no awkward moments or fat. You write with real efficiency and clarity. The Hemingway of Filth! I read for over an hour. It was almost hypnotic.” I was flattered. We set a date. We had to postpone it (weather, I think.) But we met on an evening very early in December… Jamie arrives at my front door. He is likely 10 years younger than me. Tall. Handsome. A trim bear, his hair touched with grey and a generous amount of stubble on his face. It’s a short enough drive from his house, that we can go straight downstairs. He strips and tosses his things on the chair behind the door. I hang my robe on the door knob. I am in my usual jock and boots. No wrist bands tonight as I expect them to be in his ass. He goes to his knees to suck me. He’s on the concrete. I suggest we move to the padded floor between the sling and fuck bench. He takes my dick eagerly. Hungrily, even. He keeps pulling off me and holding it in his hand to look at it, all shiny with his saliva. I suggest the bench. He thinks he’ll relax more in the sling. I get him in, adjusting the stirrups. I kneel and taste his hole for the first time. It’s warm and wet and wanting my tongue. His ass flowers open, I am reaming him deep in no time at all. He does some poppers and watches me ravage his hole with my tongue in the mirror above him. I grease my cock up as I eat him out. I stand and slide into his open hole. I fuck slowly. Opening him inch by inch. My dick feels great deep in the caverns of his ass. He nods at me—and I go at him full force, hips banging on his beefy butt. I go to the speculum fairly early in the session. I want to do some stretching before I try my hand in him. He opens easily with it. I add my cock in with the medical devise. Jamie loves this—his eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives into the pleasure. After the speculum is out, I add the egg headed dildo. It fits with no problem. Nor is it when I add my dick on top of the toy. Or then under it. Each thrust gives him a terrific stretch of toy and cock. I hunker down and eat the ravaged hole. I begin greasing up my hands as I lick his well fucked ass. In a moment I have two fingers in him. Three. He sighs. Four. And the whole left hand glides in with no problem. Jamie can’t believe I’m inside him so easily—but is delighted I am. I play with the left hand in and out of him for a bit. Then concentrate on the right hand. It is barely any harder to get the right in him on the first try. We break. I ask if he’d like to try the bench now. We go there—and fuck. Hard. He likes the mirror in front of him so he can see me pound into his ass. But it’s not as comfortable for him—so I get him back in the sling. The toy parade continues. I use an ugly old ‘realistic’ dildo on him. It is hard and rather unforgiving—but we both like how the molded balls smack his ass lips. I grease up my dick again and add the grommet over it. This is the toy that thickens the circumference of my cock by several inches. Jamie is up for the challenge. My cock head, sticking out of the toy goes in. I push a little—he pushes out a little…and I am in. Every inch. He loves how full he feels. I fuck him hard. I pull all the way out again so we can have the pleasure of it all going back inside him… * It has been all about my hands for the last 10 or 15 minutes. First one. Then the other. Occasionally a full 8 finger stretch. I grab the big toy with the handle. I wasn’t thinking of using this tonight—but his hole is wanting more. It disappears—with Jamie keeping track of it in the mirror above. “You will breed me, right?” “Sure. Are you ready for me to do that?” He nods. His hole has had a work out. “I really want your cum.” I wipe him down a little—simply so I don’t have Crisco on every strand of my beard. With the excess off, I eat his hole again. This makes him pant. And it makes my cock stand back up at full strength. I stand and fuck. It’s suddenly all about me. I rail into him. I pull out and taste his hole one more time. I take a hit of his poppers and bury my face again in his wet ass. And it works. I need to breed. I stand and get my dick in him. I pump for five or six strokes before I’m over the edge. I convulse, hanging onto the top of the sling frame for support… I am pretty sure he took my load home with him…. The original is here, with some great comments from my readers: From My Side of the Sling: Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’ (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 31, 2022

I have always said the same thing...why just couple up?? Great minds think alike, as they say....

I had never seen that bench under the sling idea until I played with this couple. It is a great addition to play--and make things like that DP a breeze.

Lansing—November, 2021 The couple who I last wrote about in ‘Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur’ contacted me again at the end of November. This time it would be just the couple, me and anyone I wanted to bring. I took a long shot and asked Keshaw to make the long trek up here. He jumped at the chance to play with them again. By the time Keshawn had arrived at my house, I’d had a text from the hosts that their tatted friend from last time would be there, too. It was now a Five Pig rematch. Here is my quick description of the playroom and the players from last time: “I look around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others…” Once again, I am the last to join the men. Top Host is lying on the bed. Keshawn is sucking his cock—lubing it for his ass. Tim is standing at the foot of the bed. Hot Tats is on his knees swallowing his fat dick. I go over and stand next to Tim. We kiss. Hot Tats now takes turns on both our cocks. He holds them by the ball sacks, licking first one and then the other. “Who wants to fuck me first,” he asks. I tell him Tim should open his ass up for me. He agrees and spits on Tim’s cock one more time. Hot Tats gets up and braces himself against the end of the bed. He has a front row seat for Keshawn now lowering his ass down on Top Host’s big cock. I watch Tim slowly push into Hot Tats—who grunts in such a way that you can feel every inch going in. Tim fucks him—slowly. Pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. While I wait my turn to fuck, I also watch Keshawn ride that rampant dick. When he finally stands up, I am right there to lick Top Host’s ass flavored cock. “Your turn. Fuck him,” says Tim as he pulls out of Hot Tats. I enter his wet hole for the first time today. His ass lips are puffy already. I love the look of them as they cling to my cock. My dick loves it, too, as it hardens to its firmest. I give Hot Tat’s every inch of my engorged flesh… * Later. I have been in all three asses available to me. Repeatedly. The five of us keep shifting from one man to another. Usually it’s three of us together and another couple—but constantly changing up. Sometimes the Top Host takes a longer breather to just watch the four of us couple up and fuck. This inspires him to join one pair or another. Hot Tats has topped a number of times today—so the pairings have even more variety. I pull out of Tim. The three versatile guy’s holes are wonderfully wet. And I want them. “Sit on my face,” I tell Tim. I get under the rimseat and lower the seat. Tim sits and his hole is spread open for my tonguing pleasure. I spear up into him, lapping and licking and savoring his ass juice and the mix of precum. His partner is suddenly astride my chest. He must be feeding his dick to Tim. The concentration of a dick in his mouth lets his hole relax—and I go in even deeper. Tim is soon pulled up to be fucked. Hot Tats sits in his place. His hole is incredibly sloppy. His ass lips, pronounced early on, are now very swollen. I take a long time bathing them in my mouth. I love the feel of them—and the more I soothe them, the wetter his hole becomes—it is a constant drip into my mouth. Keshawn gives me head—and then sits on my dick as I eat out Hot Tats. He sinks slowly down on me, squirming to get every last millimeter inside. He slowly begins to bounce on me. I can hear his grunts—and the squish of how juicy his ass has become. When he finally has to stop riding me and stand up, Hot Tats stands as well—so Keshawn can take his place. My tongue sinks into his juicy hole. It’s like he has taken a load, there is so much ass jizz. I happily suck and lick him clean… * I now have Keshawn in the sling. His juicy ass turned me on so much I had to fuck. I am battering his hole. Tim watches then steps up on the long bench that fits under the sling. He steps across Keshawn’s chest in the sling and stands astride him, facing me. Just like he did last time he manages to sit on Keshawn’s raging hardon as I fuck Keshawn. Tim bounces lightly and I fuck hard. “Let me try it the other way.” Tim stands up, letting Keshawn’s big cock leave his hole. He goes to one side, turns around and steps across again. This time, Tim’s ass is right in my face. I lick his hole and fuck Keshawn at the same time. He lets me do that for a moment, then sits on the big cock below him. He rides Keshawn again while I continue the fuck. “Do you think you can DP me?” It takes a moment to sink in. Then I pull out of Keshawn. Tim leans forward. I can see his hole filled with that beautiful, big ebony colored cock. Can he really take mine, too? I re-lube. I slide my dick head along Keshawn cock. It nudges Tim’s hole. I push slightly. His hole gives. I push again. My cock head disappears inside. Then more of my shaft. Neither of the other men move. I begin a shallow fuck into Tim. He groans. Keshawn moans. I mutter under my breath—it’s an incredible mind fuck. I push a little harder and more of my cock is sucked in. The other two men have stopped fucking and come to watch. “Take it,” it says Hot Tats. “That’s so hot,” growls Top Host. I now have two thirds of my cock in Tim alongside almost all of Keshawn’s bigger dick. I continue fucking. It is incredibly tight. I love how it feels on my cock. And just as fast as it happened, Tim moves a little and Keshawn falls out. Tim stands up on the bench, pulling me out. His partner helps him down and leads him to the bed to fuck him. Hot Tats is so turned on he asks to fuck Keshawn. I let him get inside him, before I move behind him and get in Hot Tat’s ass as he fucks the younger man. And I stay there until we both get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Five Sex Pigs Rematch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 26, 2022

I have always had a long fuse before the explosion. It has gotten longer with age and experience.

I have heard this, and tasted and fucked in the result. And the same FF bottom used toothpaste to good effect, too.

You are right that piss from the ass can be intense. I like it if the guy is in my sling and I am rimming/snowballing/yellowballing it to him as he gives it back to me little by little. It is best when I breed and fill him in the sling and then go lie down under the rimseat. Working his hole open with my tongue, as he sits above me, creates at first a drip of all the mixed fluids--and then a veritable waterfall empties into my mouth.

You are spot on about fisting pigs producing the most. I love to lap it up and/or use it for lube (which of course is what it is.) I love to eat a hole, before a fuck, during the fuck, and after the fuck and fist. I can piss hard--and have learned that the kuntslop mixes wonderfully with piss...

Indianapolis—November, 2021 I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana. I had one day off in my time there. I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse. The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam. He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat. My cock erects the rest of the way. He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it. He jerks me three times, stands up and simpers, “Nice dick” as he leaves. I wait. Another cycle of steam. The scene is repeated—this time with a man with a regular dad bod. He sits. His hand circles my dick and jerks it half a dozen times. I reach for his, but he blocks me, stands up and says “Hot.” And disappears. I hear the door swoosh shut. I wait. I’m not sure I can take a third steam cycle. I hear the door. A short older man, clutching his towel around him, sits across from me. The steam starts and we can no longer see each other. “That looks like a very nice dick. May I suck it?” I grunt affirmatively, stopping myself from saying ‘Finally.’ He emerges from the mist in front of me. His hand finds the slippery wall to help him get to his knees. He is slightly out of breath from the effort. He takes me in his mouth. I sigh. He’s good. No, his tongue is so busy my mental grading of him goes up a few points. But he stops, thanking me profusely. I need to help him to his feet and he totters off. I go dry off in the sauna. A different hairy daddy type is here. I sit near him, but not next to him. He waits for me to get settled and then slides over. His hand grips my growing dick. He jerks me. Hard and tight. Painfully. I ask him to ease up the grip. He leaves instead. I towel down and go exploring all three floors. It is just after lunch. But there is no lunch crowd on this day. In the TV room the older man finds me again. He sweetly asks if he could have some more of my dick. “Sure.” I give him a steadying hand down. The floor here is padded, good for our older knees. He sucks me with vigor. And with all his years of experience. I tell him he is making me feel good. For some reason this makes him stop. He thanks me again and totters off. The movie is decent. I lube up and jerk. No one comes in. Occasionally I hear the door to the stairway open and close. Where are those men? I decide on a tour, tossing my towel on my shoulder and letting my cock swing free. The sling room is empty. As is the room with the fuck bench. In the smaller TV room is the older man sucking the hottest man I’ve seen today. He is perhaps 30, originally from somewhere in the Middle East. His chest, arms and legs are covered in shiny black hair. His cheeks have a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon. The hair on his head is cropped close. His features are chiseled and sharp. I stop dead—not wanting to intrude. The old man turns and waves me in. “He likes guys to watch him get sucked.” I toss my towel on the couch and sit next to the stud. His eyes have been closed, enjoying the man’s mouth. As I sit, he turns to look at me. He nods curtly and lets his head loll back on the couch. I stroke. The old man finds my toes and gives them a pat with his super soft hands. I watch him work on the stud’s cock—though I can get no suggestion of its size. I stroke idly. The Stud is just that…and fucking hot. When I next glance at the guy’s face I find him looking at me. The Old Man notices too. He stops sucking and asks “Don’t you like to suck dick, too? Do you want his?” I am about to say something about not wanting to intrude—I don’t want the Stud to leave. But the Stud nods to the Old Man. And looks questioningly at me. I shut up and turn my body slightly so he can just bend for it on the couch—while still getting head at the same time. It’s not a great angle—and he’s not a great sucker. But he is enthusiastic. I don’t really mind the occasional teeth scrape. It’s so hot getting blown by the last man I thought would do it. The Old Man occasionally stops to vocally encourage him. I finally see the Stud’s dick. He’s average at best—emerging from a forest of pubic hair. The Stud goes down in a deep throat move. He takes about three quarters of me. His head pops off me—and he explodes in the Old Man’s mouth. I reach out and try to find a nipple to twist in all that chest hair. The Stud just grabs my hand and hangs on as his body contorts with ecstasy. He moans as the Old Man takes it all. When he finally lets the cock drop from his mouth, I see one last pearl forming in the piss slit. My finger wipes it off and brings it up to my mouth—making sure the Stud sees me lick it clean. He’s now all business. The towel wraps around his trim waist. He nod to me and then to the Old Man and heads down the stairs to the showers. The Old Man uses the couch to stand up. “Well that was fun. I hope you didn’t mind me volunteering your cock for him.” I assure him I didn’t mind at all as he goes off to the showers himself. * There is a slight second wave right around 3pm. I am in the small porn area. I see a hot daddy with a younger man in tow. “Where do you want it,” he asks the kid. “The sling.” My ears perk up. I wait a bit. I want them to get started before I happen to walk by. I hear the weight of a body get in the sling, the chains rattling. I hear a hand smack an ass. I wait. I finally get up and walk by. The older guy is in the sling. The young man is bent over, trying to suck his cock—with a condom on it. It is not even close to hard. I walk around the whole floor. When I get back to the sling room, they have switched places. The kid is rock hard lying in the sling. The Daddy rolls a condom on the kid and begins to suck him. The cock goes down…but the Daddy is determined mouthing the bagged dick. “That is so hot!” says a strapping Black daddy behind me. He is taller than me. His once gym built body is just slightly soft. I grunt noncommittally. His hand finds my cock and jerks it. I go to my knees. “Not in your mouth,” he whispers. He strokes, watching the lame blow job in the sling. But it works for him. He fires a load all over my face and beard. The original of this rather disappointing trip is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 23, 2022

Indianapolis—November, 2021 (This post continues the saga of the Basement Sex Party.) Still later. I have Black Leather on his knees on the large table. He doesn’t want to get fucked, but the idea of me eating out his hole has made him a very happy young man. He huffs some poppers and reaches back to pull his generous right ass cheek to the side. My tongue connects for the first time. “Oh, yeah!” He’s one of those guys who babble with poppers. “Eat me out good…” I love the vocal encouragement. My tongue digs deeper. I spit and swirl it around his pucker. “Daddy, you know how to eat ass! Fuck!!” I sense more than see that someone shoves their cock in his mouth. He is still occasionally vocal, but now it is groaning around the white cock he is servicing. I stand up and slap my cock on his ass crack. I can feel him stiffen. “I’m not fucking,” I remind him, “just swiping some of my precum on your hole.” This gets an enthusiastic groan from Black Leather and a “Fuck, yeah” from the guy in his mouth. I go back to my knees and lick up the cock drool I left in his hairy cleft. It’s my turn to moan at how good he tastes. Black Leather swivels around. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass.” Our mouths meet in a long, passionate kiss… * The host has been fisting the sluttier half of a couple, who had arrived later in the night, in one of the slings. The host goes deep—and faster than I would have guessed. The partner sits to the side and watches—his eyes never leaving the widening of his boyfriend’s hole. I go over, giving myself a breather, and watch, too. I nod to the host and the partner. The guy in the sling has closed his eyes to block out the room. “Would you fuck him with that big dick?” asks the partner. The host is in the process of wiping off excess lube around the used ass. “Go for it,” he tells me. I slide in—his hole is awash with J-Lube. It feels fantastic. But he is in the low sling—and I am doing deep knee bends. But it feels too good to stop. I plow him hard—hard enough for him to open his eyes see who is in him now. Out of the corner of my eye I see his partner pull out his cock and begin jerking to my using of his man. Fuck, I love couples who get off on seeing their other half having good sex. But my knees are screaming at me now. “Let’s get you out of here,” I tell Sling Boy. I help him up. I suggest he get on all fours on the floor so he can suck his BF as I go back up him. They both like this idea. I push back into the over lubed ass. It makes a delightful squishy sound as I fuck. I lock eyes with the boyfriend, now being blown. They thank me for including him in the scene—something that I guess doesn’t happen too often. I nod back and continue to buck into his partner’s ass, which pushes him ever deeper onto his BF’s cock… * The first cum shot is from a balding daddy into a 30-something otter’s hairy butt. This makes Keshawn even harder. He goes next on the otter. He fucks his super big cock into the frothy hole. He pulls out on the brink of orgasm. I am right there to clean off his cock of the excess jizz he pulled out. The first orgasm, near the end of a party, always seem to trigger others. Soon there are just a handful of guys left. I fuck Keshawn—thinking this will do it for me, but I don’t quite get there. A large bear of a daddy asks if he can be next. He bends Keshawn in half—and fucks him hard. So hard, Keshawn explodes, his load coating the table. “Will you fuck me again?” I turn. It’s Shaved Head—the man who was sure he couldn’t take my cock. I thought he’d left, so I eagerly agree. He gets on his back on the table. I kneel and eat his abused hole. After I opened him up, he has spent as much of the evening getting fucked as fucking others. “There’s a load in there,” he tells me. He’s right—my tongue has just made it start to drip out. I get someone’s cum in my mouth and stand up. I lean across him and feed him some of the jizz left in his ass. He takes it with pleasure-and we kiss passionately as my cock opens his guts one more time. I straighten up and fuck. This will be it, I know it. I fuck hard, with deep long strokes. Keshawn comes over and works my nipples. Black Leather leans down and sucks Shaved Head’s semi hard cock. And in moments I am there. I blast into him—and from watching Black Leather’s expression, Shaved Head gets off, too… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part Two: “Eat Me Out Good…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 18, 2022

I do this, too. I love how it melts over my dick.

And there's more!

Indianapolis—November, 2021 Keshawn had been after me to attend a mostly monthly house party in Indy. He loved it and was sure I would have a good time. It worked perfectly for me to get down there at the top of November as I was about to do a short contract in that area. He told me to come to his house—and he would drive me to the group. I could spend the night afterward at his place. That sounded great. I arrived right on time. He had left his door unlocked as he was still finishing up in the shower. Soon enough we were in his car and headed into Indianapolis. Once parked, we gathered in the host’s kitchen until most of the others had arrived. There were 15 or 17 men there—all different types, races and ages…and seemingly very playful. It looked as if I was the sole new recruit—the other men obviously knew each other. “Remember,” the host told me, “just have fun. Play with as many men as possible…” It was like he was reading my mind… We troop downstairs to strip off in the laundry area. I go down to my jock and put my boots back on. The lube is tucked into my waist band. Keshawn and I go into the playroom. It is easily three quarters of his basement. There are two slings at the far, side by side. There are boxes under them for shorter men to stand on. There are a couple of couches and some chairs. The room is dominated by a large table—just the right height for fucking. It is long enough that three men could easily be on it at once. Men keep streaming in. Everyone seems to have left on a jock or backless underwear. Some have a harness. I crack open my water bottle and watch Keshawn go to his knees to suck a handsome bear. Next to me, a hot white guy with a shaved head and a big dick is getting orally serviced from a slender Black man who is wearing a fair amount of leather. My cock lengthens. I go to my knees and stick my tongue between Shaved Head’s generous butt cheeks. “Oh, fuck…” he groans out—at the same time grinding his butt onto my face. I use my hands to pull the globes of flesh apart. Now I am really poking at his pucker. He obviously loves it, for he bends to give me even better access. I worry that I upstaged the cocksucker. I needn’t. Since it’s harder to suck Shaved Head, he simply moves around on the floor and begins to suck me. It’s my turn to sigh—a hot ass grinding down on my tongue and a talented mouth on my dick at the same time. It makes me work even harder on the tight hole under attack. Shaved Head finally has to stand up. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me. It’s electric. He loves the taste of his hole on my tongue. The slender Black guy is between us, alternating on our two cocks. When we don’t break the kiss, he finally stands up and the kiss becomes a three way of tongues and lips probing the other two mouths. Shaved Head goes to his knees and takes turns on our cocks. He’s good there, too. He holds my dripping dick and mutters “I wish I could take this in my hole—but you’re too big.” I break the lip lock with Black Leather and tell him to enjoy it however he wants it. His answer is to take both of our cockheads in his mouth at the same time so the wet heads are thrusting into each other on top of his tongue… * A really large bear of around my age is getting plowed in the sling by a young man. I go over and work his nipples as he is getting plowed. He cranes around to try to suck me, but the angle is bad. I enjoy watching the mixture of concentration and lust on the top’s face. He finally takes a break, but stays right there. “I want to watch you fuck him, Daddy.” I come around and go to my knees. I suck the top’s cock briefly, surprising him. I quickly move to licking up the ass juice he has churned in the bear. “That’s so hot,” he grunts out, stroking his wet cock. The bottom is now moaning and, soon, begging for my dick. I stand up. My cock slaps his jock pouch. And again. Then it is pushing against his puffy ass lips—spreading them wide. “Fuck him,” says the top. He goes to his knees so he is eye level with my dick. He watches every inch disappear into the ass he has just thoroughly fucked. I move slowly into the Bear, letting the young Top get his eyeful. He strokes himself as I begin to fuck. The Bear is great at squeezing down on me. He opens his poppers and takes a huge huff. The moment they hit he has one of those babble moments—all about how he’s a whore, how he loves my cock, how he needs to be used by everyone… This has made the young top stand up. He pulls the box from under the sling, stands on it and shoves his cock in the bear’s mouth. The bottom is just as loud…but it is now moaning as he sucks the cock that opened him up for me… * Later. Shaved Head is fucking Keshawn as he leans against the table. I go over and watch. When he pulls out—I suck his cock for him. “Kiss me,” he mumbles. I do. We share the taste of Keshawn back and forth. He swallows. I pull out of the kiss and go to eat his ass again. He props himself on the table so that his ass juts out at the perfect angle. I rim him deep. Someone helps me by spreading Shaved Head’s cheeks for me. I eat and lick and spit, making his hole open so temptingly. “God, you are good at that,” he moans. I stand up. My cock head brushes across his exposed hole. This makes him shiver. I turn him slightly so we can kiss. It is just as hungry a kiss as before. He groans in the back of his throat at the taste of his hole. “I really want you to fuck me…but there’s no way I can take you.” “Are you sure?” I kiss him again. “Let me try. You can always tell me to stop…” His answer is to lean on the table and thrust his ass out. I go back to eating him. I lube my dick constantly as I do it. His hole has flowered open. I stand. My cock head rests right on it. “Oh, fuck…” he whispers. “You can do it,” I whisper in his ear, before my tongue starts reaming into it. My cock head is meeting resistance, but suddenly pops into him. He grunts. And tells me to stop. I pull out and kiss him again. He flips around and gets on his back on the table top. His legs go up in the air. A helpful mate, standing on the other side of the table, holds them for him. I go back to eating his hole. Shaved Head groans. The man holding his legs flops his semi erect cock into his mouth. I stand up. My cock head finds his hole easily and goes in. Shaved Head groans around the semi-hard in his mouth. I enter him inch by inch. Moving slowly, pressing forward. I lean down. I lick the cock of the guy holding his legs. He flops it out, so I get the shaft and Shaved Head licks his balls. My position makes the last inch of my cock go in. “I feel so full…” Shaved Head mumbles around the hairy ball sack. “You have it all.” Nothing like pushing in when his mind is on the cock in his mouth. He can’t believe it. I wait one more moment and begin to fuck his once tight hole. “Take his dick,” says the guy holding his legs. The table is now ringed with guys. Some stroking themselves, some working Shaved Head’s nipples or balls or cock (which is now only half hard.) I fuck very slowly—letting him feel every inch of me—until he grunt’s out the words I’ve been waiting for: “Just take my ass. Fuck me hard, stud!” And my hips begin to bang into his upturned butt… (More to come and cum…) Originally posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part One: "You Can Always Tell Me to Stop…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 16, 2022

North of Home—October, 2021 So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house. Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food. My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud). The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up. All were over 50. His friends are true bears. Ross is built much like me, tall and slim. I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used. Our host owns two slings and a third had been borrowed. Around 5pm the guests showed up. We sat around the big table near the kitchen and got to know each other over a beverage. Slowly we stripped down to business… Ross and I take the middle sling. There is action on either side of us. One man, half of a couple, stays upstairs, puttering in the kitchen. The Ginger Bear is to our right. He is working a rather large toy into his willing partner in the sling. To our left, the top is slowly opening up his bottom trying to make his very large hands fit. Ross gets in the sling as I open the j-lube, mixed in a tiny water bottle—so it can go along with the bottom for any other play. He braces his legs against the chains. I kneel and stick my tongue into his hole. My cock instantly erects. I tongue his hole until I can’t stand it—his moaning is so hot sounding. I stand up and my cock slides in. I am pretty sure I will be the only one using my dick tonight, but I know Ross wants any body part inside of him that I can give. I never have to wait long for Ross to get comfortable with my dick. I begin fucking him, hard, almost immediately. I love the sound of my thighs slapping into his ass cheeks. I pull out, kneel and eat his hole again. He pushes his rosebud, just slightly, towards me. His hole widens. My tongue pushes his insides back into place. I grease my hands as I savor his ass juices in my mouth. I stand and fuck again. Then, standing, I start with my left hand fingers. Two. Three. Four. Plus the thumb. All in quick succession. “Here you go…” My whole hand goes into him. Easily. Less is more in fisting. I do a slight turn of the imbedded hand to the left. Back again. And then right. Each movement sending shivers through Ross. I slowly twist my fist in place so I can slide my cock down my forearm. It goes easily past his ass lips and disappears from sight into my open hand in his ass. I fuck my hand—letting my cock slide between my second and third fingers. Ross groans—louder and with a shudder of sheer pleasure. So I pull my cock out and go into him again. This time the guys on our left are both watching. “My party trick,” I murmur and begin fucking into Ross and through my fingers that much harder… Soon it is all about alternate hands. Slowly and deliberately. In and all the way out. The Ginger Bear, on my right, has given up on his big hands with the guy in the sling. There is now a medium sized dildo attached to a fucking machine plowing into the eager man. GB is controlling the speed and depth. To my left I notice those big hands have finally been accommodated. The bottom is a verbal guy —loud and delirious with the sensations generated. I am moving to doubling up my hands in Ross. I have my left in—and four fingers of my right. We are so close—but I look at his face and he shakes his head. I ease back. Another day. After all he wants to experience other guys here tonight. We break. I go wash up. When I come back downstairs we all change up. Ross goes into the sling to our left and takes the big hands on that top easily. The Ginger Bear wants me to open up the guy he couldn’t get into. We roll the fucking machine out of the way and I grease up. I don’t bother getting my cock out, as I don’t want the conversation about if he wants it or not. My fingers go into his hole easily. Soon my entire left hand. The man is thrilled. His body gives off tremors that match his deep moans. It takes just a little longer for my bigger right hand to stretch him that last bit. It goes in and the man is wracked with a full body orgasm. We all stop when we are told supper is served. After dinner, I have a quick session with the very vocal man. He loves what I do—and lets the whole house know it… * This is a shorter than usual post—though in actual time, I was there way longer than a regular hookup. I think my problem when I abandoned it on Sunday was that it didn’t have the drive my posts usually do. After all, normally it is all about the orgasm driving the telling of the tale along. Not so with this one. I gave so many anal orgasms to men I can’t count them—but I didn’t shoot. And that was fine. Sometimes food with friends can be more important. So—it’s here—since this is my sex life, for better or worse… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fisting Party on Halloween Night (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 11, 2022

Thanks. I wish every night at this bathhouse was as good as this one was.

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right after Halloween 2) On one of the couches is the short, Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party. He would fuck his girlfriend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow. My cock oozes. I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock. The Glory Hole area is completely dark. We go behind the partition. I can just make out a cluster of men. They are semi-circled around a plump young woman bent over a stool. Her Dom is holding on to her as men take turns fucking her. She is loud in her appreciation. The Dom keeps telling guys to rubber up. And they are. Including the short young man. Well, so much for that idea… We watch a large doughy man plow her. He hits the right spot and suddenly she is squirting—on the floor and on the guy’s legs. It’s hot to finally see female squirting in person. The man shoots in his latex sack and pulls out. A younger guy goes into her. The short guy is ready to go next. I watch, stroke a little, and wonder if anyone has a Magnum. The younger guy seemingly can’t find her spot. He shoots and leaves, clutching his baggie of cum. The short guy goes in and gives her a blistering fuck. He causes her to squirt twice. And it’s suddenly too much for her. She calls a time out and limps off, on the arm of her Dom, to the showers. The men disperse instantly. I wander and find the Cub where I started the evening—watching the bisexual porn. We don’t stay in the chair—we go to the table behind it. He lies on his back and lifts his legs. I kneel and am at the perfect height to eat his still damp hole. I eat. And fuck. The Cub groans. “I could shoot anytime now. You?” I try. I would really like to breed him. But the very act of trying makes the orgasm slip away for me. But two or three more strong thrusts into his hairy hole sends him off. He covers his hairy chest with ropes of cum. I bend down and lick some up. It’s delightfully sweet. He takes off, telling me to check my phone—he’s sent me his number. I wander. The crowd is thinning. I hear noises in the sauna as I check the movie area next to it. It is definitely fucking I’m hearing. I open the door. Two white men are spit roasting an older Black man. The guy in his mouth sits on the bench. The Black guy is bent over giving head—and taking a nice sized dick up his ass. He is being fucked hard enough that it pushes him forward and onto the cock in his mouth. The anal top sizes me up, never missing a stroke. “You want some of this hot ass?” “I’m looking to drop a load. You want it?” “He wants it, trust me.” The top pulls out, leaving the bottom’s ass lips gaping. I kneel and stick my tongue in him. The man pulls off the cock he’s sucking and begs for me to eat him out. He’s been busy. Fuck, how many men have shot in him and left? I swallow a dollop of cum and push some more back into him. “He’s a whore,” the top grunts. “Fuck those loads deeper—you’ve got the cock for it.” I stand up. This is just what I need. “Fuck me,” pleads the bottom. “I really love cum.” It’s music for my orgasmic ears. I push into his seriously filled ass. I love the squishy noises it makes as I fuck. “Breed him,” says the guy on the bench. “Knock him up.” I fuck a little harder. The sounds of the cum squishing in his ass fills the enclosed room. “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Fuck him harder,” from the top. “Breed him,” from the other guy. “Please…” moans the bottom. I look down and see my cock covered in cum. I push it back into him—and explode. I shoot over and over. Images of all the asses I’ve fucked tonight flash by my eyes as I unload spurt after spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 3: "Fuck Those Loads Deeper" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 6, 2022

The last section will be posted tonight.

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right where we left off from the previous post…) A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder. “You want another cock?” I bark out. Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is. “Fuck me!” I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…” I take my dick to Osvaldo’s mouth. I watch Orange Jock spit on his thick dick and push it against Osvaldo’s well used hole. The girth of his cock stretches the ass I was just plundering even more. Osvaldo stops sucking for a moment as he gets used to the size—and then begins sucking me like it’s the last cock he’ll ever have. Orange Jock is fucking him hard and fast. An occasional open palm lands on the bottom’s butt, making a sound that carries through the whole second floor. We attract an audience. The two cock suckers who did me earlier arrive and stroke. I make way for one to get some head. The other tries to crawl under Osvaldo to suck him. I move around to better see Orange Jock destroying Osvaldo’s hole. “Breed him.” Says the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth. “Naw—just got here.” He turns to me. “Let me see you fuck him again.” He pulls out abruptly. Osvaldo’s hole is left gaping. I kneel and tongue it. Orange Jock loves this. He pushes my face deeper into the wet, slippery mess of the puffy hole. I rim deeply. Stand up. And fuck. Every bit as hard as Orange Jock had moments ago. A new man arrives. A cute cub of a man. He kneads his cock through his towel. I pull out and Orange Jock goes back into Osvaldo. The cub walks up to me. He doesn’t reach for my cock. He pulls me to him and kisses me. He leads me to a dark corner behind the sling. The cub kneels and takes my ass juice covered cock into his mouth. I melt at his tongue work. “Come to my room,” I hear Orange Jock say to Osvaldo. He soon leads him away and the crowd disperses. We are alone in our corner. The Cub is giving me great head. Eventually he stands up and kisses me again—sharing the flavors on my dick. I go to my knees and pull away his towel. It’s a nice, bigger than regulation, cut cock. I suck it for a bit, then turn him around by the hips. He knows what I want. He grabs the chains on the sling and juts his ass out—right into my face. I butt munch on his very hairy hole for a long time. “You want my cock?” “Fuck me, daddy…” I don’t need more invitation. I stand up, rub more spit on my cock and press into the hole I’ve left dripping. The Cub groans and pushes back to meet me. He ass grinds and squeezes my dick as each inch penetrates. Fuck, I love men with talent. The temperature of our fuck sky rockets as I slowly give him every inch of my rigid shaft. “Damn, I knew you’d feel good in me…” I grunt my enjoyment and begin a nice introductory fuck. But soon I build to a blistering in and out. The Cub hangs onto the chains and takes every stroke… * “That was hot—but I want to get on all fours.” The Cub is taking me downstairs to the communal room where mattresses are strewn around the floor. Neither of us bother to cover ourselves. Our hard cocks sway as we walk. The room has five mattresses on the floor—but only one is in use by a straight couple in the far corner. We take the opposite corner. He goes right to all fours. Now I can really eat him out. I love how wet he is from the fuck. He groans and pushes back to meet my tongue. He rolls over onto his back. We kiss. Long and with very active tongues. I go back to ass eating, holding his legs in the air. It’s uncomfortable, so I suggest he sit on my face. He does, sitting that hairy hole right onto my probing tongue. He strokes himself, making the most erotic sounds. It’s time to fuck. He rolls to all fours again. I sink into him. I love the squish sound my cock makes in all the saliva I have left in him. I plow him with long deliberate strokes. It is a wonderfully connected fuck. We even turn down a third party as we are so into each other. I finally need a breather. He lovingly cleans my cock. We kiss again. He pulls a phone from his sock and takes my name and number. The Cub gets up, kisses me, then says we’ll meet up in a bit and goes off for refreshments laid out in the lobby. I go upstairs. On one of the couches is the short Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party. He would fuck his girl friend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow. My cock oozes. I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 2: "I Want It On All Fours" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 4, 2022

Not something I do myself, but I have seen it done with a bottom two of us were working on--for the exact reasons mentioned above.