FelchingPisser

Depending on what kind of "club" it is, I have made use of men kneeling between the urinals...

Thanks---it was a GREAT trip for sex!!

Palm Springs—September, 2021 My days were dwindling in Palm Springs and I had yet to play with Brice, though his partner Rod had attended the bigger piss party. On Saturday night, that changed. Rod picked me up and drove me the few miles to their home. It was great to see Brice, who looked much the same, though his beard was longer than ever. I reacquainted myself with the dog I used to know and met a skittish pup they had just rescued. The cat, named after me---as he had always followed the boys into the bathroom whenever they wanted to piss—greeted me affectionately and hopped up in my lap as we all sat around and tried to catch up on the four or five years since we’d last seen each other. I toured the house…and ended up outside by the pool—in a very private backyard. We were suddenly in a tight clump--and kissing, grinding our bodies against each other. Slowly, I was led back into the bedroom where they had set up the sling… I shuck my clothes. Rod goes off and leaves me with Brice—so I can have a moment of alone time with him like he had at the party. Brice crawls in the sling—and I kneel to start licking his very hairy ass. He groans. “I’ve missed your tongue…” I’ve missed his ass—but I only grunt an acknowledgement and burrow in deeper. He is getting wet fast. I can’t wait to sink my cock in him—so I don’t. I stand up. I smear my pre-cum on his hole by rubbing my cock head over his pucker. I push…and I’m in. I slowly push until I am buried to the hilt. “Oh, yeah…” Brice murmurs. I hold for a moment, leaning over and kissing him as my cock stretches him out. I straighten and start to fuck all in one movement. A nice slow, let’s-adjust-to-each-other tempo. Brice’s hands go back and forth from tweaking his own nipples to squeezing the mound in his jock. My strokes are building. The wet slapping of our bodies fills the tiny room and draws Rod back to us. He watches me for a moment. Then goes to his knees and watches me fuck his partner at eye level. He sighs as he sees my thick cock ravage Brice’s hole. When Rod stands up he is hard—really hard. His long, thick dick is a delicious mix of red and purple in the engorged head. I’ve rarely seen him so turned on. He feeds his dick to Brice, who cranes out of the sling to get his mouth on it. I fuck until I have to get some water. Rod takes over. He gives his partner a blistering fuck. It’s my turn to go to my knees and watch. I so want to lick the side of Rod’s shaft. He knows what I like. What I want. He pulls out and fucks three or four strokes into my mouth—and goes right back into his partner. I don’t move—so Rod does it again. This time I stand up and beat my cock on Brice’s chest. “Take over.” Rod pulls out. I bend to lick his cock head, covered in Brice’s ass jizz. I spit it on my cock and fuck it back into Brice. Rod grabs my head and kisses me, wanting to taste his partner on my tongue. My tongue finds his mouth as I fuck… * Brice needs a break. Rod gets in the sling. I eat his hole hungrily. He is open and ready. I stand and fuck. Brice comes back in the room with his water. He watches me work Rod’s ass over. I suggest Brice get back in the sling. Rod goes up him and I kneel and eat Rod’s freshly fucked hole on each backstroke. Soon, I stand and slip inside Rod. I stand still and let Rod buck into his partner and fuck himself on me with each pull out. We hold this position for a long time as it gives each of us just what we want… * The bedroom is airless now. And hot. We go out and sit by the pool and look at the amazing amount of stars in the sky. But soon we are sucking dick. And fucking. Brice is doggy on a chaise lounge. I am fucking him and Rod is stroking. I marvel at how different the change of position feels. I pull out to give Rod a turn. Just as I am ready to go sandwich Rod, he lets out a whoop. I think he’s cumming. But he’s not. He is pissing in his partner’s hole. He pulls out the moment he is done and all but pushes my face into Brice’s wet butt. I lick his ass clean of piss and burrow into his hole. I don’t wait for him to push some out, I rear up and fuck him. Then I slow---and I take a long piss up his ass, too. A first. This makes me want to fuck again. I pound into him. Hard. Piss is splashing out of Brice on each backstroke. Rod stands, straddling Brice’s back, and feeds me his cock. It’s too much. I shoot deep inside Brice. My cum mixing with the piss that is still inside him. Rod jumps down with “I’m going to shoot.” I try to pull out, but it’s too late. Rod covers Brice’s ass, the half of my cock that is exposed and my overgrown pubes. I wait until he’s done…and then fuck the seed deep into Brice’s hungry ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Cum and Piss--with Rod & Brice (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 10, 2021

This is just what I remember about a time in my life when I was visiting rest areas on interstates late at night...

I totally agree and support you. I know so many couples who have open relationships and it works really well for them. Each has slightly different rules in how they play outside of the partnership. Communication is everything!

While not often, I have seen men use toys on themselves at the baths--usually while they wait in their personal sling room for the real thing. I can think of at least two times I replaced the fake with the real which was what they were hoping to do. by playing with the door open. It helped me to know that they loved (and could take!) sizable things up their ass....

Congrats. I am pleased for you if that is what you want/need right now. As I have said so often on here, it is wonderful that we, as gay men, can make up the rules that work for us. Whatever works for the two of you is all that matters. And what works now, may change over time. Communication is everything. Personally, I met my life partner in college. I thought I was in a monogamous relationship back then. But we quickly realized we needed more and opened it up, with rules that worked for the two of us. We had no issues with separating sex vs love. He has been dead now a long time and I can't imagine I would go the monogamous route again. If I found the right man, I would love to have him go with me on my sexual adventures. If we were playing separately, he would need to bring home that loaded ass for me to use...

Palm Springs—September, 2021 Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipped in after them. Jayce was good. I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder. As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him. He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set. I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time… He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard. We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool. There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light. There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. Jayce is a great looking guy. He could be anywhere from 40 to 55. He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men. He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built. His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls. His hair is cut short. He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over. He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him. He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side. “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” He wants me to squeeze some directly into him. A tray below the sling catches any overflow. I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers. When he nods, I stand up and enter him. It’s a wonderfully slick hole now. I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head. My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness. I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube. It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place. He sighs. His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy. But he takes me. Easily. Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…” I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again. I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat. Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so. This makes me fuck him harder. I pull out the toy and sink into him again. I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips. “You are so good at that. I love your tongue.” This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line. I work the fingers of my left into him. I’m up to all four before I know it. I add the thumb. A gentle twist and I am in. “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants. “Medium.” I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction. “I can usually only take small handed guys.” I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him. I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch. He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes. Soon enough I have my right in him. Then I start alternating the hands. Slowly. Smoothly. Methodically. I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt. My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass. My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger. Jayce’s eyes open. He looks up into the mirror. He groans. His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock. But it is a tight fit. So I don’t linger. I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth. Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily. Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward. I find the opening to the second hole. I slide forward a little more. His ass is welcoming every move I make. Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror. After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them. I work ever slower up into him. When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him. That’s halfway to my elbow. Jayce opens his eyes. His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him. “I think…that’s it…” he breathes. I slowly slide it out. It’s only been an hour. Are we really done? Jayce must be able to read my face. “I only mean hand. You can fuck me as long as you want.” I grin. “I want your load,” he finishes. “Good and deep.” I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole. My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel. I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep. I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube. Jayson groans. “You gonna knock me up?” His hand is all over the pouch of his jock. “I want your cum, man.” His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze. Like on every stroke. It won’t be long now. I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!” My voice is loud, filling the night air. I shudder and give him every drop I have. I don’t move. I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load… The Original: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2021

Next trip! I am sure I'll be back!!

Palm Springs—September, 2021 I woke the next day feeling really refreshed. There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly. I made tea and sat at my computer. After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits. But, of course, I signed in to BBRT to check my mail. And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day. I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer. Many were local men asking for sex from when the quick connect ad had been posted before leaving for CCBC—as if I’d decide to do something other than what I’d written. And then there were a ton of guys saying hello from around the world. Flattering, of course, but it took me a couple days to thank them all. There was one who made my depleted balls start to churn. He lived around the corner from my host. He didn’t ask me to change my plans, but to consider his ass another time. He happened to be free these next two nights. His pictures showed a hot ass…Long story short, he came to the house that night to try me on for size… I have moved the sling and a rimseat into my bedroom. Rich comes to the front door—right on time. He comes in and has to run the gauntlet of meeting my hosts as well as me. But I quickly shepherd him into my room at the other end of the sprawling house. I have just my robe on over a clean jock and boots. He strips quickly. He is just under my age—and slim and trim and toned. He is maybe 5’10”. His hair is a nice mix of blond and grey. Rich is nervous. He can’t stop talking. All the usual questions of “Where are you from?” “What are you doing here?” “How do you know the hosts?” “I’ve heard about the parties they give…” I answer each of the questions and finally stop him with a kiss. This seems to help. Without any suggestion he goes to his knees and starts to suck me. He can’t quite open wide enough and knows it. “It’s the biggest that I’ve ever had,” he says sheepishly. “Get up on the bed, I want to eat your ass.” He scrambles up on all fours. His ass is perfectly rounded. It is very smooth except for a very hairy crack. I burrow in. He sighs. And asks how I like Palm Springs… I ignore him and keep spitting into his tight pucker. I over lube my dick as I do it. I can tell he’s tight. I finally trickle some lube down his crack and stand up. My cock touches his hole. He tenses. My head pops in. “Oh, shit!” I stop, but leave my cock in place. I stroke his back. “To answer your question—I have been having a great time. They guys here have been great. Very friendly…” “I love it out here,” he tells me. I say something else inane to keep his mind off his ass…for I am slowly pushing in—quite easily when he’s distracted. I stop moving and tell him. “No way...” So I begin to fuck to prove it. He clamps down a little, but not like before. He asks for pictures. “I have a friend who won’t believe I took you.” I snap some. “Can we try the sling?” I agree—and get his legs up in the stirrups. I eat his hole again. He is really relaxing now. My tongue goes deep. Tasting my precum and saliva. I stand up and slide in again. Easily. The sling has worked its magic. He is taking me to the hilt and there is that wonderful ‘I’m really getting fucked’ look on his face. I fuck slowly and build the speed. I take a picture of this, too. I fuck in long strokes. I am feeling super hard, now that his hole is mine. I stand still and push the sling off my dick and pull him back on to it. Rich loves this. I do it over and over. I suggest the rimseat. He’s tentative again—but sits down on it once I’m under. His timidity vanishes the moment my tongue plows deeply into his ass. He begins babbling and stroking his slowly erecting dick. His ass had begun to jizz in the sling. I’m now treated to a steady drip onto my tongue. “I want your load,” he moans above me. I am fine with that. It doesn’t need to be a marathon fuck tonight. I tap his legs and he rises. Back at the sling, I slide in. “I am going to breed you,” I tell him. “Do it,” he whispers. “I want to take you home inside of me…” My dirty mind instantly wonders if he has a boyfriend who loves sloppy seconds. The thought is just enough to make me shoot. It’s a mild orgasm. But still feels great. I pull out and snap a picture of his used ass… This post used pictures of me in the tight hole. You can find them here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Tight Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 3, 2021

Palm Springs—September, 2021 Tuesday morning, Jay was excited. He had arranged with his neighbor, a top, for the three of us to have fun while we return his sling that had been borrowed for the party. Once we got there, we found all bets were off—the top’s boy friend of the moment was driving into town. So Jay and I went home where Jay gave me a voracious ass eating before I fucked and filled him with piss. You may notice I didn’t say cum. We both decided to save our loads for tomorrow—as he was going to introduce me to the closest of the all male resorts, CCBC. On Wednesday, while I was still eating my cereal, Jay took our towels down to the resort and staked out our chairs under an awning. I took the time to post I was going to be there on BBRT. We both checked in at the resort soon after and left our clothes in a locker, except for jocks and boots for me, sandals for Jay. We dropped our cooler at the chairs he had picked, which had a great view of the pool. The shade was key as it was around 112 degrees that day. We slathered on sunscreen and then he took me on a quick overview of the compound. There are rental rooms behind and to the sides of us. There is the start of a crowd—it is discount admittance day. We head towards the play area end of the acreage. The first shed is a porn viewing area with lots of seating. The second has porn, too—but a sling, an examination table and tiered seating. We continue on. Jay points out a small glory hole area behind the second building. The third is a concrete version of a slurp ramp. The last is a sort of barracks set up—with another sling and lots of conveniently placed boxes and benches to fuck on. A urinal is located next to this building—not connected to any sewer system. We then walk around the rest of the compound. There are a large number of rooms—and we can get no real idea how many are rented mid-week. We end up back at our chairs. Jay stretches out on the chaise. I sit. I drink from my water bottle. I can’t sit still. I need to wander… I skip the porn viewing room and go next door. There is a man around my age in the sling. He has a shaved head and a prominent tat over his left nipple. His treasure trail leads to a forest of pubes and ass hair. I kneel and begin to lick. He takes a huge hit of poppers as my tongue burrows into him. I keep getting him wet and slippery. When he takes a second hit, I stand up and slide in. It is an odd angle—as is often the case with public slings. I need to do deep knee bends to make it work. But it’s a good ass—and a great warm up fuck. Watchers arrive, hearing the sling chains. I slow down and do long strokes, shamelessly showing off my dick. One Latino daddy is hung very well—I let him take over as my knees are screaming at me. I go to the slurp ramp. A man of ample weight is waiting to suck. I give him my dick. It starts quite well…wet and with great suction. Then he seemingly shows off his specialty—chewing on my cock head. I let out a yelp—and beat a hasty retreat. I go back to Jay. He’s ready to play. We go back to the air conditioned sling room. The guy is still taking dick. Jay scrambles up on the exam table. It has half the table standing upright, to form a back rest. He sits, leans against it and presents me with his ass. I eat him out as voraciously as he did me yesterday. He is begging for cock. I stand up and shove into him. He groans and takes it. Men come to watch. One man steps up on something in order to feed Jay his prick. This makes me fuck him harder. When the man steps down and moves away—Jay and I shift positions, so he is chest to the padded table—making his mouth more easily available. I eat his hole again—as he sucks random men. A hot young man is in his mouth as I stand up and fuck him. The guy’s eyes light up. Soon enough he is taking a turn in Jay’s ass… * I walk around. I end up in the Barracks lean-to…which is not air-conditioned. But the sling here is padlocked in place for a tall person…and there is hairy cub in it. He watches me approach. I slap my cock on the small mound in his old school jock. He is surprised that I sink to my knees and eat his ass. It is wet and inviting. He’s been fucked this morning. He whimpers his appreciation. I love his hair, his taste, his puffy ass lips and his overall scent. I stand up. My cock is rock hard. I work it slowly into him. He gasps, takes a breath and squeezes down. I take it as my signal to go on. I fuck. It’s hot—we are in the shade, but it is mid day in the desert. We sweat—but it is instantly dried on our bodies. A man in a blue jock, with a matching bandanna tied around his neck, comes in to join us. He might even know the guy in the sling, I can’t be sure. He sports a big dick that instantly goes in the cub’s mouth. I fuck harder. But still slowly and deliberately. I offer the new man to take a turn—but he is very happy in the Cub’s mouth. One hand goes back and forth between the Cub’s nipples. His other hand works his own. I build now to a real hip slamming speed. Over and over I rail into him. Making the bystander squeeze harder. I only stop when the heat becomes too intense. * Later. I fuck on the bed in the Barracks with a man my age. I suck off a very large man in a NOLA t-shirt at the concrete slurp ramp. I am sucked by a couple in the porn room—giving me expert head as they change back and forth from my cock to my balls. I fuck the same Cub in the same sling, but with a different man in his mouth. I have fucked for so long, I don’t care if I shoot… * We have had our lunch long ago. The crowd is thinning now. It’s around 3:30pm. I wander back to our seating. I find Jay with news. “Did you see the furry guy next to us?” If I have, I am not sure which one he means, as anytime I have been here, the chaise next to us has been empty. I say so. “Well, he’s seen you. He wants you to fuck him.” “Ok.” I sit down and drink. “There he is.” Walking up from the pool is a man I’ve seen around during the course of the day. He is young for here and for the crowd today. Early 30’s. Sort of a cross between an Otter and a Cub. He walks by us to his chaise and I can really see his ass. It is a work of art. High and round and hairy. Jay hails him. He comes over and we start to chat…and suddenly our mouths are all over each other. I am kissing him and Jay is eating his ass. Soon the guy is bent over with my dick in his mouth and Jay still slobbering all over his hole. He is turned. He hangs on to Jay’s shoulders and I enter him. I open him slowly, then sink down and eat his hole myself. He crawls slowly up on the chaise. Jay feeds him his cock. I stand up and slide into him again. This time his hole flowers open. He groans around Jay’s dick, then pulls it out of his mouth to beg me to fuck him and breed him. This kid is going to change my mind about shooting a load. “Please breed me with that huge cock.” Oh, fuck, that is doing it…I plow him harder and harder. And…I’m there. I shoot. But not completely. But I can feel seed gush. I pull out, jerking, and let Jay felch my load from that hairy ass. He digs in and finds it, grunting happily. When he has lapped all he can reach, he turns to clean my dick. I push him out of the way and jam it back into the cummy hole as I fire off a second round and howl… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Resort (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 1, 2021

The International Adult Film Database lists Bill Bix (tried to paste a link, but couldn't,) He made other Falcon movies. Did they recognize his cock? Not conclusive, but....

Palm Springs—September, 2021 Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade. I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure. Jay helped me move the sling. I stripped to my yellow jock and boots. I was ready. I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so. He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes… I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home. The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line. He is taller than I remember, close to six foot. He is thin and barely dressed. His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor. He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine. He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied. His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color. His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped. He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch. He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling. Johnny goes to his knees. He takes my cock out of my jock. I am instantly hard. It slaps his cheek before he takes me down. To the root. He holds me there, my pubes in his nose. His throat is so damn tight. He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat. This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us. I twirl them with my fingers. He sucks them clean. He goes down on me a third time. I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little. He groans his approval—and never chokes. I pull him up. We kiss. Deep and long in the hot desert air. I break it, with: “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.” I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock. “I want your cock in me,” he mutters. “Your raw cock, Papi.” I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube. He is tight. And a milker. From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke. I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together. I pull out. I splatter some piss on his already wet hole. I kneel and lick it up. Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him. Harder. Stronger. We don’t have all morning. He needs to get to LA. I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him. “Can you feed me, Papi?” I fuck him harder. Really pounding into him. I feel my bladder kick in. I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face. He opens his mouth and takes the rest. Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest. I lean forward and begin to lick it up. I spit some into his mouth. Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it. “Cum in me. Send me home with your babies.” I kneel and rim a little. I stroke myself hard as I do it. I am so close. I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes. I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode. Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me. “Can you piss inside?” he whispers. “I think....” Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him. I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass… When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower. He says he wants to take all my fluids home. Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower. I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom. He is quick and soon on his way. The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked. “You promised!” I go into his office and shut the door. I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me. Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss. My cock is spent. But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass…. The original is here with some great comments: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 28, 2021

Sunday started very late for us. Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home. There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something similar. So here they are. (For those you will have to see the original post--see the info below.) The afternoon I went off to a pool party thrown by the couple I know the least—but who I had played with for years at Chicago Water Buddies. They swore that there would be no sex at this gathering. There were a dozen of us arrived. At various times in the pool, one of the guest couples had made it their mission to get everyone’s cock in both of their mouths. And they were successful. I just tried to stay out of the sun while they shared me. In the spirit of the Wet N Hot weekend, piss was shared as they all went through the beer and water on the hot day. (112, I believe.) I am proud to say I got the piss load of the man I found the hottest—though he told his partner he was sure he couldn’t feed me. But once he started—he couldn’t stop—and loved it. Another convert! When I got home I looked again at the scrap of paper I’d found in my sock as I undressed last night. It merely said Johnny and a phone number. I sent a text—saying I had found this number in my sock. Instantly I got a picture back. Well, well. It was the cute young man who sucked me as he sat on the rimseat very early in the evening. He was headed to see family after he checked out of the gay resort, but wondered if I could meet on Monday morning. I said yes and we agreed on 10:00am. “Just send me home with an ass full of cum…” And that’s the post for tomorrow… The original post, with pictures of the set-up, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 27, 2021

He is. I had four days of getting to know him at the Fornication weekend down in Georgia this June. Hot and caring...is a great combination.

And I fucked Ray which was also great...

Palm Springs—September, 2021 I showered after Ortiz left and had some food. I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm. Guys are everywhere. We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up. Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s. The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss. The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch. The rimseats are busy. The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in. The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it. I wander. I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed. I often do this as someone is sucking my cock. It pays to advertise. I join the men on the ledge. A beefy man around my age steps up. I don’t let him suck my cock. I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls. He gets them good and wet. I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth. Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick. He’s good. A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me. He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks. We all love the feeling of this. When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick. I step back to the rimseats behind me. Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use. A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt. I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face. He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole. This guy is good, with great deep throat skills. He does my balls without my urging. He lets me fuck his face. He never chokes on me. I pat his shoulder and move on… * I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair. A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole. Some piss on him. I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth. It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair. A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching. He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest. He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him. I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass. “Fuck me, daddy…” he moans. I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur… * My friend Rod arrives. It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him. He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west. I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water. Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench. We go over. Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy. He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue. I stand up and give him my dick. He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments. Rod comes back and watches me fuck. “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear. And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left. Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes. Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass. I go around and watch Rod fuck. I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke. I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can. It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead. Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked. Rod pulls out. I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck. I push into the now super stretched hole. “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy. “Want it in your ass?” “Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…” I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking. It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss. As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning. Piss splashes out. Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some. I keep pumping. My eyes connect with Rod. I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side. Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass. Rod is there to lick it all up… * Later. The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment. He is in the sling. His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place. And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy. I have seen at least three men cum in him. I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid. I watch another man just fuck and leave. I kneel and taste the collected loads. I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. “You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?” The boy is breathless. His Daddy answers. “Do it. Fuck those loads into him.” I do. Slowly and deliberately. Rod watches. I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load. He slips in and cums fast. This time Rod churns it. We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass… * A switch has flipped in Rod. Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so. The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free. Rod climbs on. I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt. Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others. I stand up and fuck. He feels great. Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth. I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes. “Switch?” I ask. He nods and we change. Rod is getting just what he needs. He loves the taste of his ass on my cock. “Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands. He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him. His hole is wet to the touch. I slide in easily. “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still. He fucks into Rod—and back on me. All three of us groan. The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!” This guy feels great—but I want more. I tell him to get on the bench with Rod. He lays down on Rod, chest to back. I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth. I fuck Rod. He groans. I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can. And do. I give him half a dozen strokes. Back to Rod. He is panting now. Once more into Harness Guy. As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet. I plow into Rod. And shoot. Noisily. Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…” I move. His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load. I go to my knees. I clean his cock as he pulls out. Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole. I tongue it. I swallow our mixed jizz. My cock is still hard I am so turned on. I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again. * It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads. They lost count. Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 25, 2021

Palm Springs—September, 2021 I slept late. At least for me. It was Friday—and a day all about getting me in tune with a new time zone after my 22 hour day. I sat outside in the shade and read Evelyn Waugh. I helped clear the bottles and cans from the party for recycling. And I napped. Jay and his partner took me out to dinner along two other visiting friends. I was impressed that anywhere you went in Palm Springs or Cathedral City, which is technically where I was, you had to show your vaccination card to get into a restaurant, bar or resort. Hardly perfect—but a step in the right direction. We walked around the city after the meal. Once home, I read a little more and was off to bed. A lazy day, and one that truly felt like a vacation. Saturday another piss party was scheduled—to accommodate not only Jay’s regulars but any guys who were still coming to town for the cancelled Wet N Hot. I helped him set up in the morning, when it was cooler—though he had most of it done from the earlier party. As no one had used it on Thursday, we moved the fuck bench next to the sling on the lower level. Jay’s partner was away for the day. Once the place was ready for the party, he asked if a friend of his could come over. The man had loved the pictures of my cock on my profile and wanted to meet me. I said yes… Ortiz is a big guy; tall, broadly built, carrying some extra weight, but carrying it well with his height. As I get older, I am terrible at guessing men’s ages when they are younger than I am…so he is likely somewhere between 38 and 48. And he has a big dick. His Latin coloring makes the two of us look even whiter. We are playing in the master bedroom—with some play sheets tossed on the bed and a rim seat available. Jay is instantly on his knees catching Ortiz’s swinging cock and stuffing it into his mouth. I kneel behind the man and pull apart his voluptuous ass cheeks. I drill into him. He sighs and tells me to eat his hole. “I am going to be topping all night,” he sighs. “Fuck me now.” I continue to get his hole wet and juicy. Jay leaves Ortiz’s cock and comes to suck mine as I rim. Soon enough, I have the bigger guy lean on the foot of the bed. He braces himself as I stand up. My cock slides in easily. I sink in to the hilt. Jay is instantly licking my ass—but has to stop as I begin to fuck. Ortiz loves my dick—and tells me so repeatedly. Jay goes around to suck Ortiz, but instead sticks his own hard dick in Ortiz’s mouth. I fuck him for quite some time. When I finally pull out, both men swivel to clean my cock. Every man in the room loves ass to mouth. I now fuck Jay—who is spit roasted by Ortiz in his mouth. I pump Jay hard enough to slam him down on Ortiz’s cock. When I stop, I bring my wet cock up to Ortiz’s mouth. His tongue cleans every inch. Jay fucks Ortiz for a moment…but then I go back up him. This time Jay is sitting on the floor between the bed and Ortiz so he can suck his cock as the bigger man is bent over and taking it. Again cocks are cleaned and we relax for a moment on the bed. “Get under the rimseat,” Jay suggests. I do. Ortiz sits on seat—which spreads his hole wide open. My tongue darts into him. Again and again. I pause as Jay sits on my dick. He impales himself repeatedly. Up and down. I find myself rimming Ortiz’s hole in the same rhythm. He is a great self luber and I swallow down Ortiz’s ass jizz. “Change.” Jay is in charge. Ortiz gets up as does Jay. I get Jay’s freshly fucked ass planted on my face and am rimming happily, before the heavier man lowers himself down on my dick. His hole has tightened in this position—he feels fabulous as my rock hard dick opens him back up. I taste my precum up Jay while my dick is milked… * “Kneel next to me,” Jay tells Ortiz. He is on all fours at the foot of the big bed. Ortiz does as he’s asked. I kneel behind Jay and tongue his well fucked hole as my finger plays around with Ortiz’s wet one. I move over and reverse things—tongue in the bigger ass and a finger caressing where I’d just been licking. Now I stand up. I fuck Ortiz a few strokes, step to the side and do it to Jay. The bottoms hold on to each other and kiss as I go back and forth on their asses. They feel entirely different—in size, in wetness and in how they squeeze my dick. I fuck each man a little longer now. Truly fingering the one I’m not in. I switch again. And again. I stop, catching my breath. The two men slide off the bed and onto their knees, one on either side of my erection. They do that simultaneous cock sucking maneuver— licking the sides of my cock. Back and forth. They kiss as they come off the sides of my helmet head. We play orally a little more on the bed…and decide to stop. We aren’t trying for orgasm. We are all sure we will be getting off tonight at the likely larger piss gathering… You can find the orginal here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Jay, Ortiz and a Rimseat (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 23, 2021

There is never a bad time for piss. You'd have loved this gathering--and another one my host threw!

Palm Springs—September, 2021 (This picks up right where The Set Up left off.) I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding glass door. I add one more wrist cuff. I already have the leather one on my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right. Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle and go outside. I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look great. He introduces me to a number of his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of their names straight. But they are hot, inked and naked. I wander a little. The party is still mostly social. A few men have camped out below the two rimseats. I see a hot daddy pissing on the one of them. I follow a path on the lower level that leads to a little shed. Inside it, Jay and his partner have installed small lockers for the guests. There is also an outdoor shower on the building and a working sink. I move back to ledge. It is the perfect height to act as a slurp ramp. A hot inked daddy, three feet above smiles at me. I move to him—his uncut, half hard cock is right at my face level. His scrotum is pierced as well. He is wonderfully hairy and very tan. “You want this?” he asks, rather rhetorically, it seems to me. I take him into my mouth. He hardens slightly—and unloads quarts of piss down my throat. I pull back so I can taste a little of it, too—it is sweet and watery. When he runs dry, he hardens up and I use my tongue to push back his foreskin. He sighs and tells me I’m a good boy. He pulls out of my mouth and gestures for me to join him up there. It’s a big step, but with my long legs and a helping hand I make it. He pulls me into an embrace. The barbells in his nipples rub against my chest. We kiss—I wish I had saved some of his piss for him, but he’s fine with just the flavor of it on my tongue. He kneels and gets me hard. He sucks for a bit, then jumps down to where I had started. “Feed me some piss, man.” I have hydrated enough so that I should be able to—but I have not taken the heat of the night into the equation. I quickly learn I have to drink almost three times the amount I do back east to make clear piss. I apologize and we move on… * One of the men who I met in the round of introductions I see in the sling up on the porch. I go and watch. A Latino, around my age, is railing him with a short, thin cock. I stand at the side and stroke. The Latino slaps the sling guy’s butt and pulls out. He goes off and I go to my knees. I eat the hairy, just fucked ass. He is incredibly juicy—though I don’t think there is a load. I stand up. “Having a good time?” the guy asks. Then he sees me at full erection. “Fuck me with that thing,” he commands. I don’t hesitate to stick it into his wet, glistening hole. The guy’s eyes roll up into his head. He has a handsome face. His body is in good shape except for a pronounced belly. Random tats are on one pec, a shoulder and circling his navel. His moans and groans fill the night air. I look up and we’ve collected a small crowd. Hands are all over him—working his nips and his own very large cock. I feel a man rubbing my shoulder with one hand and brushing the other over my ass. Someone has crawled under the sling and is licking my balls—well, attempting to—as I fuck. I fuck him for a long time. Then I let him clean my dick, after I help him out of the sling. It is a great first fuck—and one that lets the whole group know exactly what I do. And Jim or John…or whatever Jay told me his name was…becomes my biggest cheerleader as he moves off amongst his friends… * I finally have piss. I feed a willing man below at the slurp area. He is slightly older, heavily tanned, and with the largest nipples I’ve seen. He twists them relentlessly as he drinks me down. I am pissing half hard. I stiffen right up as my stream dwindles. The man continues to suck me. Expertly. I jump down to his level. I lick his nipples. “Harder,” I’m told. My teeth graze them. “Harder.” I chew—only then do I get a satisfied sigh. Nipple guy pushes me down in a chair under a palm. He goes between my legs and continues his expert blow job. He takes me effortless down his throat, time after time, without choking. “Please lick my balls…” He stands up. I think I’ve offended him. But he begins to piss on my balls. An occasional splash goes on my cock, but it is mostly aimed at my nuts. The moment he stops he kneels and is on them, licking and smacking his lips. He literally, with a little help from the heat index, licks them dry. He comes up and kisses me—and then goes back to sucking my dick… * It’s late—or it feels it after my long day of travel. I find Jay and ask if he wants to fuck—but he is in host mode. I find the couple I know the least from of the ones from Chicago. We talk about my travels as I leisurely slide up the big bear bottom’s butt. All of us treat it as a way of saying hello. They soon amble off in search of more beer. I see a very hot bearded bear lying in the sling down on the pool level. I go over and kneel. His ass has been used. A lot. He is gaping and a tiny strand of cum is escaping his hole. I lick it up and lap all around his swollen lips. “That feels so nice…” he murmurs. From high above me comes a rain of piss. It hit the man’s dick and runs down his ass crack and into my mouth. When that stream finishes, another starts. Well, fuck, I realize it’s the bottom pissing himself. I drink and poke some of his own into his open hole. My cock is rampant. I stand up. I am truly soaked—but the desert air dries me as I push my throbbing cock into the guy. His eyes go big as he feels the stretch—even after all the use he’s had. I begin a noisy wet-bodies-hitting-each-other fuck. A young man, a rarity at tonight’s party, pisses on my cock as I fuck. The moment he finishes, he goes under the sling. This guy is limber enough to actually be able to lick my balls and the underside of my cock on the backstroke. I revel in his tongue and the sloppy hole. The first guy I fuck stands to the side. He beats his cock on the bear’s chest. There is another dousing of piss by him. I am getting close. I can’t imagine a better scene happening tonight. I slow the fuck. I feel the tongue under the sling licking all previous cum and piss off my dick—and that does it. I explode in the Bear. I stay inside him—deep. The guy under the sling is worming his tongue around, catching stray drops of cum and piss. I stay put. The Bearded Bear is groaning. The guy below is licking my balls now. And I begin to piss. Massively. The amount I’ve drunk is finally pouring out of me. I move just enough that some squirts out for the licker below. He gurgles his appreciation. And I collapse on the chest of the Bear. He holds he as my cock softens. It slips out. There is a gush out of Bear’s ass…all caught by the busy young man under me…. The original is at: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: A Welcoming Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 21, 2021

I will be reposting my adventures in Palm Springs each day--just like I lived it. The night after Evan left, I went to the bookstore. After all the anal play, I really wanted to suck cock. I must have been successful for my notes say “A ton of loads” and nothing else. The next day was spent packing for my trip to Palm Springs. The plan was to finally attend “The World’s Largest Piss Party”—Wet N Hot. It is usually held in July. With Covid they pushed it to September, sure that the country would be past the worst of it. It was cancelled maybe a week before I left. But I decided to still go. I was staying with a couple I knew from Chicago before they moved. From the Chicago piss party, to be exact. Two other couples from the Windy City had also gone west. I wanted to see them all. And play in smaller groups, seemed to make sense. Wednesday, I drove to a hotel at Midway Airport where I left my car. A shuttle at 4:00am took me to the airport. I really needed the full two hours to get through security and make the plane. It was a long flight, but I slept and, eventually, I cracked open a novel. The flight arrived early and with fewer flights operating, I had a five hour layover in Las Vegas. I ate. I napped. I read. I hid behind my mask. We filled the plane to Palm Springs quickly. Everyone had had some sort of layover until this late in the day flight collected enough passengers. We watched the little tractor-like vehicle push the plane away from the gate. But we sat on the runway. An announcement was made to remember to wear our masks. And it was announced once more. But three drunk revelers in the back of the plane wouldn’t. We had to return to the gate—once they found a ground crew to tow us. Then we waited for the idiots to leave. And we waited for a new ground crew to push us back to the runway. We got into place eventually. But we sat there. A thunderstorm had come in over the mountains—they were trying to figure out how to fly around it. All in all we lost over an hour. But we did make it into Palm Springs. The airport there is two different buildings—one where the gates are and another for ticketing and luggage pickup. Between them is an open air sidewalk. I stepped out into a wall of heat. It was 109 degrees. Dry, of course. It’s the desert. But still hot. My hosts knew of the delay. And they met me at the luggage carousel just as my bag arrived. It was a short drive to their gorgeous ranch style house. I had a bedroom at the other end of the house from their bedroom and offices—so I had totally privacy if I wanted to entertain. I knew there was a group of piss guys, friends of the host, coming that night. I collapsed in the bed and napped after 14.5 hours in planes and airports. I slept. Deeply. When I woke up, I ate a little, showered and looked out back. There was now a sling set up on the pool level along with a blow-up wading pool. A fuck bench was farther along on the back wall behind the pool. Two rim seats were up a few steps, on the house level. Another sling, along with a padded fuck table was quite near the house. Tables were set up on the porch with some snack food and a lot of drink. I knew my host threw his own piss parties…and had an extensive guest list. And, seemingly, an extensive set up. I slipped into my yellow jock and the boots reserved for getting wet. The sun had gone down. It was still in the 90’s as the first few guests begin to trickle in… Tomorrow: The first piss party. To see the original, with a picture of my host's back yard, go to : From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Set Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 20, 2021

I certainly hit that point with most men I fuck. It is hard to describe how I do the straightening. I don't even try for most of the fuck. But by the end I'm there. And it's where my cum goes. It may help that I have fingered it with the best of my fisting buddies.

Anecdotally, I wrote Silver Steele, the porn star who showed the world the lesions he had all over his face, to thank him for being honest about the realities of the virus. He is sure that he got it at a birthday party, not a sex party, where he did no more than kiss and make out with a couple of guys that day. There were no men there with lesions on their faces.

I had a good time there--occasionally. It was very hit or miss...more so than many other locations, it seemed to me. But it certainly was a useful stop on the long drives between Michigan and Nashville...

I think Ryan wouldn't have it any other way!