FelchingPisser

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.

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme. My leather served as my costume. I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening. The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended. I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me… I am upstairs. Watching bisexual porn. I am sitting in a large overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station. There is a raised platform behind me where couples have been fucking—so far all men. I have stroked to the porn and the sex. More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and given me head after his fuck. One time, a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me. But right now, I am just fisting my very wet dick. A tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me. I recognize him from the walk to my locker. He was fucking a very loud woman in the downstairs play area. And here he is…his eyes riveted to my cock. “Fuck, you’re big.” I smile and remove my hand to show him all of it. My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum. “Can I suck it?” I nod. He bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit. His tongue is wet and warm. He realizes he can’t take all of me this way, so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs. It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in very often. But he gives me excellent head. His tongue work is hot and varied. The amount of suction is good, but he can’t take me deep. He chokes each time he tries. He finally shakes his head and comes up for air. “Do guys really take that thing in their ass?” “Sure.” “I’d like to see that.” “Check in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.” It’s his turn to grin. When he stands, I see that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear. “I’ll look for you…” He ambles off. I get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling. This is a much more private area. Almost instantly I have a white man of my age on his knees and sucking my cock. Another comes over. I suck him as he waits his turn to go down on me. The guys switch. I am expecting they will want to fuck, but no. They, too, amble off in search of a new person to share. I stroke. “Daddy, you shouldn’t have to do that.” A young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side. He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight. His smile is infectious. He kneels and gives me the best head of the night so far. He pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating. “But this dick needs my ass.” Without waiting for me to respond, he is on his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick. He slides down me. Easily. He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly. “You feel so good, Papi, so good!” My hands reach around and work his nipples. He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock. When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels around to clean me up. He licks my cock hungrily. Finally he reaches for my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear: “This boy loves the taste of his own ass. Am I a bad boy, Papi?” I tell him no. “What is your name? I am Osvaldo.” I tell him mine. “Fuck me again, please. I like it rough.” He bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting out. I get up and go around. I fall to my knees and bury my face in his ass. This provokes a monologue: “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your boi out…” On and on. He is juicy. I can see why he said he loves the taste of his hole. So do I. It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than by me tonight, and maybe even loaded. I dig my tongue in deeper. I force myself to stop. I stand up and slide into him again. Osvaldo croons as I fuck. This time I am in control of the speed and the depth. I look up. It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave me head. He watches. Then he comes around to my side so he can really see me plow into the hot, wet hole. I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him. “Damn…” Osvaldo loves an audience. He asks if the other man wants his mouth. The guy doesn’t move. He is fascinated by my very white cock splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo. I pick up the speed again. I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just once with a resounding whack. “You want a turn?” I ask my observer. He thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away. “But I do,” says another voice behind me. 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…” To be continued. The original was posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2022

Of course, I would have made you felch his hole and share it with me--THAT would get me hard again.

Just the kind of play I love!

Near Home—October, 2021 It was inevitable that after meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again. (That meet was in The Reverse Felch, a few posts ago.) We set the day and time during the last few days of October. I drove in after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot… Braydon is already here. He nods to me as I buy my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre. I sit for a moment. He hovers on the back wall. There are a fair number of men in the room. Not one is doing anything sexually overt. There is not even a surreptitious squeeze to the crotch. I stand up, nod to Braydon and we go next door. There is one man in here who eyes us for a moment before turning back to the screen. I sit, spread my legs wide and haul out my hardening cock. I look at Braydon standing against the wall. He nods and gets on his knees in front of me. He bends and begins giving me extremely good head. The other guy watches us. But he does not want to join. Or even stroke to what we are doing. Eventually he leaves. We take a break. Braydon goes to the arcade to see if he can find playmates; I go to the straight theatre. We both return empty handed. “Let’s fuck. Show me your butt…” He grabs a chair to lean on. He pulls his pants down and I get my cock back out. He bends. I kneel. My face plants into his extremely hairy ass crack. My cock gets harder yet—until it is almost painful. The door behind us opens. A man I know, my age, walks down into my sight line. He has appeared in this blog many times as he used to give motel parties—and always wanted me there. Cam realizes it’s me and gropes himself. He watches me eat. Lick. Spit. Stand. And enter the wet ass. Even Braydon’s groaning does not make him unzip. Obviously he has mistimed his Viagra. I fuck slowly. Nice long strokes to let Cam see my cock entering and exiting. Eventually he gets hard enough to let Braydon suck his cock. This makes me fuck hard. I also slap Braydon’s ass once to get him back to squeezing down on my cock. Cam suddenly zips up and leaves. I ask if he shot. “Nope, not hard enough.” I pull out and kneel to taste his fucked hole. Braydon loves this—knowing how much his ass juices turn me on. The door opens again. A man closer to Braydon’s age and build comes in—a very furry bear with a goatee. His pants tent instantly. He leans against the wall, watching me rim. I stand up, slap my cock on Braydon’s bare butt and push back into his wet hole. The new bear unzips with a “Damn…” He takes out a nice thick dick and strokes it. “Use his mouth, man. It’s why he’s here.” He moves to Braydon’s head, and is quickly engulfed. “Oh, yeah…He’s good.” He stands still and let’s Braydon do his job. “You want to fuck him?” “I’d love to—but…oh, fuck!” He begins to dump his load in Braydon’s mouth. It goes on and on. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark. Braydon knows what I want. When the guy finally pulls out of his mouth, I pull out of his ass and move to the side. My cupped hand is under Braydon’s mouth. He drools a huge load into my palm—so big I can’t keep it all on my hand. I look at the Bear and coat my dick with his semen. “Fuck…” he sighs as he sees me fuck his cum into Braydon’s sloppy hole. The hole that was feeling good is now transformed into the smoothness that only a load of jizz can give. I fuck him slowly—and deeply. I want it to stay inside him. At least for now. “So hot,” says the Bear as he zips up. “Thanks.” He touches Braydon’s shoulder—and then mine. “I guess I bred him after all.” He leaves. I fuck a little more in the velvety ass canal. The door opens. It is the Latino who always want me to fuck him—and who never cleans out. And while he still touches his ass as he drops his trousers, he is rock hard and sticks his foreskin covered cock into Braydon’s mouth. He matches my thrusts. Then points to the ass I’m fucking. I pull out and he sinks his cock into Braydon. I go around and feed Braydon some of the Bear’s cum off my cock. I watch the Latino push in—his eyes light up. He wasn’t expecting a load in him already. He fucks Braydon hard and fast. I indicate I want back in. He brings his cock back to Braydon’s mouth. I can only guess how much cum is trapped in the over abundance of skin on the Latino’s cock head. I fuck for a bit. Braydon cleans cock. We switch again. This time the Latino indicates he wants me to fuck him as he fucks Braydon. I don’t want to risk it—though I normally love that position. This time, after he pulls out the Latino let’s himself be cleaned—but he puts his cock away and leaves. I sink into Braydon’s ass. Is it creamier yet? I can’t tell for sure. But my cock goes into overdrive just at the thought. I fuck into him significantly harder. And blast deep into his hole…grabbing onto him for support. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon's Cummy Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 30, 2021

I don't know about porn, but in real life I find those unintelligible grunts music to my ears--which keeps my dick getting even harder.

Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north. We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom. I looked 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 who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh… “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has started. He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.” We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us. The Top Host is kissing Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth. I stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz. The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur. Everyone here is a pig. They eat ass. They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me. Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking. When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived. He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock. I offer to suck the Voyeur. He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again. * I am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass. He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick. I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them. Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue. He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten. I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats. Tim begins to bounce. I lose track of time. There is no place I’d rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube. Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation… * We are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn. When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still. Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it. It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. I tell him so. “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs. * Everyone in the room is ready to get off. We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats. He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. I fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021

I do three-hour sessions with my fisting guys--but I want them to have breaks...

Chicago—October, 2021 Jay, my host in Palm Springs, was going to be in Chicago during the third week of October. He wondered if I wanted to come spend Friday and Saturday with him. I said yes. (As it turned out, I could only stay one night, as I had to return for an unscheduled meeting, as I am still working occasionally.) Jay had also contacted a couple we both knew from the piss party hosted in town. I had played with them a number of times there and during IML. One was total top, one was versatile. It took me forever to get to the north side. I have found Chicago now has traffic jams at all sorts of different times of day. Maybe it’s that people are now working more irregular hours. But I made it and checked in before Jay arrived. I set up the room while he was busy in the bathroom. I turned down the play bed and put my suitcase on the one I’d be sleeping on. I had not brought the sling and it was a good thing—it would barely have fit, the room was so tight. I had, at Jay’s request, brought the rimseat. Jay had packed some toys. All was set up by 8pm. Jay asked me to slide into his ass to make sure the playing field was clean. It was. I fucked him rather lazily and pulled out of him, just as there was a knock on the door… Steve and Ray greet us and waste no time in stripping down. I have not seen either for five or six years—but they are much the same, just slightly greyer. (Aren’t we all?!) Steve, the top, is shorter, with a nice cock. Ray, the versatile, is taller. He’s filled out a little more. Both are around my age, maybe younger, though I think they look older. Jay is on all fours on the bed. He demands to be fucked. Steve ignores him, walks around and sticks his hardening cock into Jay’s mouth. I go to my knees in front of Ray. I work valiantly to get him hard. One moment he is rampant, then not so much. I turn towards the bed. The fucking has started. Jay is bucking back onto Steve. His mouth is spewing a constant stream of gutter talk. I go over and shove my cock into it to keep him a little quieter. Ray has moved over to the bed, stroking his dick, now fully hard as he watches his partner plow. Steve pulls out. Ray sinks into Jay’s open hole. I move and let Steve get his cock cleaned by Jay. I move behind Ray. My cock is moving up and down his ass crack as he fucks, my arms around his chest working his nipples. Soon it is my time to go back up Jay. I hold his head down on Ray’s dick. If he wants to be used roughly, as he keeps moaning, I am happy to comply. I grab his hair and pull him from Ray’s dick to Steve’s and back again. My cock impales him over and over… * I am sitting, taking a break, and watching the other bed. Jay is working a long, slender dildo up Ray—all while Steve fucks him. Jay is attacking Ray’s ass rather hard. Ray backs off the toy and gets up from the bed. I stand and lead him to the rimseat. I murmur something about soothing his battered hole and crawl under. Before the seat comes down, I see Steve now using the toy on Jay. Ray sits. I get busy eating out his abused hole. Ray groans and takes a massive hit of poppers. His mouth starts running now, too. He wants my tongue in him. Deep. To eat him out. To get him ready for my cock. I grease up my dick with my free hand, in case he decides to ride me. And just in time. Ray stands and, in one swift movement, sits himself down on my hard cock. He pauses for poppers, than bounces on my dick like a man possessed. Steve turns and watches. Jay moves off the bed and in front of Steve to suck him. Steve ignores Jay, but his eyes never leave his partner impaling himself on my dick… * Steve and I are taking our last rotation on Jay. Ray has tapped out. He sits and watches us use him, kneading his half hard dick. Steve plows Jay, who is back on all fours. He takes it, moaning to us all how good it is. I take over on his hole. Jay eagerly laps at Steve’s ass flavored cock. He grunts out his pleasure. “Fuck, I think…” Steve is sure he’s about to shoot. I pull out and let him push deep into Jay one last time… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Moments at the Motel (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2021

Likely the piggiest thing I do....

My Playroom—October, 2021 Davis was back for another round in the playroom. I loved how open he’d been to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my schedule. This time didn’t set any kind of new goal to achieve. We just had some kinky fun… It’s a long drive for Davis. He has spent a fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up. I have left a robe for him on the bathroom door knob. I go back to the blog post I was working on when he arrived and write a little more. I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I type. I don’t know if it’s my words or the anticipation. I hear the water cut off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric. Ok. It’s him. I stop typing and go put on my boots. Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be right there. And I am. He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and athletic socks. As he hears the door open he goes to his knees. I hang my robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench. I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs spread wide. “Suck my cock.” He has swiveled slightly, still on his knees. Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock. He inhales. Sighs. His tongue comes out and begins to lick the fabric. Soon, he’s found the edge and begins licking my balls. I pull the fabric aside. I want his mouth on me. He hungrily licks and sucks the hairy sacks. I stroke my cock. When I’ve worked up another drop of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock. He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep throats me. And again. He groans and pulls off. “Get up here,” I tell him. I move and let him crawl up on the padded bench. He settles in and hits his poppers as I kneel. I pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole. He groans. I moan—and burrow in with my tongue. I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob. I stand up and work the head of my cock into him. “I always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.” The poppers do their job—and his hole is mine. I fuck him slowly. The full length in and out. His groans and egg me on to speed up and fuck him harder. I do it. Then I pull out and walk to his mouth. He eagerly cleans me off, reveling in the taste of his hole. We move to the sling. The moment he is in the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack. I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which leads me to rimming his fucked hole. I plow his ass. I let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling. I use the egg headed dildo on him. I don’t add my cock. He’s not quite ready for that yet. But I fuck him with the bigger head of it. I piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole. I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick. “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up your hole with just you for lube.” He leaves me covered in spit. And I fuck it all up his willing hole… * We take a break. We both drink up. I am hoping he will be able to piss. I surprise him by getting in the sling. “Lick my balls.” He kneels. His face is right at my ball sack as I recline. I stroke my cock as he tongues me. I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls.” He does. Really well. His licking makes my cock run like the clichéd faucet. I mop some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward. He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle finger as if it were a tiny cock. I smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum. We switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees. His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking and stretching. I fuck him. Hard. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my cock split into him. I finally have to pause to get my wind back. I move the rimseat away from the wall. “Out you come.” His eyes have been closed. He’s been in his own world. I help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling. I enter him. I fuck him hard. He is groaning—it feels totally different to both of us. I suddenly stop. My bladder is full. I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing into his once tight hole. I can’t stop. It just goes on and on. Davis moans into the sling: “Are you gonna drink that out of me?” “I’m gonna fuck in it, first.” I begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him. I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which means there has to be a whole lot inside him. “Here we go.” I pull out and my fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any. I ask for his poppers and take a long hit before I settle under the frame. The seat comes down. He sits. My tongue hits his hole and it is a deluge. No poking around to find it. He is full to bursting. He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets it go. I drink most of it, but there is so much coming at me, I can’t get it all. I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face. When his ass stops dripping, Davis moves. He knows where he needs to be. He is in the sling before I can get off the floor. I ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Davis' Hot Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 17, 2021

My recipe for making good piss starts three hours before play time. I start with a medium sized bottle of one of the citrus Gatorades. Followed by a couple of mugs of hot tea. Then water. Drink twice as much as you think you should. This seems to produce a piss with a little flavor, but not too much, so it is great for newbies. I am then able to piss about every 15 to 20 minutes during the play session. If I keep drinking during sex, then it recycles even faster. I love my own piss--I often hose down the ass crack I'm rimming in the sling--as well as all the usual drinking, covering and pissfucking.

I have been to two places that had this set up. Fukdto--the Toronto bareback party-- had a wall with two openings. They have had to change venues--and I don't know if the new space has it. The second was at Flex, the bathhouse in Cleveland. In a remodeled wing, there is now a wall for two anonymous asses. It was quite busy during CLAW this last April.