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Chicago—July, 2023 I had loved my play with the man I christened Tall Guy With Tats at the IML piss party. As July rolled around, TGWT sent me a text. We had both missed the June event as it had been shifted from the usual second Saturday of the month. He now wanted more—Did I? I sure did. We both agreed we’d be at the July group. I got into the city in good time and even managed to find free parking. I began to tank up on water as I sat in my car. Just before 5pm, I went into the bar. I stripped to the jock I am destroying for my Canadian Friend and the boots I save for piss events. As I checked my bag, I noted that the sling was up again—but had moved from the front into the back corner where I was used to seeing it. I bantered a little with the cute coat check otter before I went to refill my water bottle from the huge cooler on the bar… I keep tanking up, watching the piss porn on the back wall and chatting with men I know or ones I recognize from May. “There you are,” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s Tall Guy With Tats, looking as hot as ever. He is ten to fifteen years younger than I, and at least an inch taller. We chat for a moment, but are soon behind one of the screens with him on his knees and my hard cock in his mouth. A man watches him suck—and thoughtfully pisses on my cock as TGWT continues to take my now wetter cock deep into his throat. For all my hydrating, I don’t have any of my own piss for him. Yet. We separate and play with others. A series of men go to their knees. Most are hoping for piss along with the cocksucking. Even when my bladder finally fills, I save it for TGWT. I find him—but he is busy with an incredibly handsome ginger. I watch him suck the guy until the man next to me, a hot Latino, goes to his knees and begins to do the same to me. Soon, I have my guy up on the bench and am rimming his ass. I stand and use the piss I was saving to coat his ass crack. He groans out his pleasure and I go back to my knees and lick it all up. “Fuck me.” His hole has opened dramatically from my tongue and his desire to get fucked. I stand up and sink into him. I look over and TGWT has turned the ginger around and is rimming his hot ass. I make a note that I need to be there during the next three hours. I fuck the Latino. He begs for some piss up his ass. I give him a quick squirt and keep on fucking. We finally take our fuck to the sling. As the Latino groans loudly, men surround us. I urge them to piss on us. One man, with a long stream, does just that—sending it onto the Latino’s chest and uncut cock. It drips down onto my dick—making it harder—as I continue to fuck. “I want to be next,” whispers TGWT in my ear. He and the ginger have joined the group around us. I keep fucking for a bit—and then take a break. TGWT introduces me to the ginger. He is ripped, without going overboard and has a bubble butt of an ass that I can’t stop looking at. We have a quick session of each of us taking turns on our knees, sucking the other two. Finally, TGWT gets in the wet sling. I spend a long time rimming his hole. Ginger Built moves closer. He sprays down TGWT’s jock. The pale stream comes cascading down the ass crack and right onto my tongue. I push some in and swallow the rest. “Now fuck him,” says Ginger Built as his stream peters out. “Fuck him hard.” I stand up. I slap my cock on the sopping wet jock pouch. I push it into TGWT. He groans and I begin the fuck. Another man tries to piss on us, but he can’t quite get it on either me or TGWT. It’s still hot to be occasionally splashed. I fuck. I pull out and eat his very wet hole. The man who wears his suit to this event is back. He joins the group and pushes his way to the front row, by the side of the sling. He bends down and whispers something to the man in the sling. “He wants to fill my ass with piss,” TGWT announces. I grin and give way. Mr. Suit, his hard cock hanging out of the fly, sticks it in the hole I have left gaping. He doesn’t move. I watch his face go from concentration to surprise to pleasure as he unleashes everything in his bladder. TGWT is groaning and hitting his poppers. It feels like forever until Mr. Suit steps back and pulls his cock out of TGWT. He shakes it, to get that final drop onto the lucky bottom. He grins at me and gives way. I go to my knees and rim the hole. I expect TGWT to push some of that piss into my mouth. He doesn’t. I stand up and go back in. His ass is so hot now from another man’s piss. I fuck, listening to the slosh with every stroke. Ginger Built moves closer. He aims a piss stream on my dick. I can’t help but fuck even more piss into the gaping hole… * I am behind the screens. A young Black otter in a baseball cap is attracting a lot of attention. He is kneeling on the wet floor. I watch him suck all the dicks of the men surrounding him. One man moves away. I step in. The Ballcap Otter leaves the dick he’s working on and slobbers down mine. He takes me to the root, easily. My cock is covered other men’s piss and two men’s ass juices. Ballcap Otter savors it—and then spits a huge quantity of deep throat spittle onto my balls—and licks that up, all the while making the sexiest grunts and groans. He stands up, giving his knees a break. “Fuck me?” he asks. He bends on the ledge, offering me his hot looking, beautifully sculpted butt. I kneel and dig in. There are tight black curls everywhere—on his ass cheeks, his chest and his legs. I stand up, leaving him wet and open. I enter and fuck. He groans and strokes his sizable cock. We fuck until he begs me to stop. “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock of every drop of ass jizz. I give him a piss chaser, straight down his throat, by way of thanks… * We are only 30 minutes from end time. I have fucked TGWT one more time in the sling, with Ginger Built hosing us down. We have become a trio, moving around from place to place together. I tell him, now that we are seated on the ledge, I have to finallh taste his ass. He looks at me and stands up. He leans on TGWT for support and arches his delicious looking cheeks towards me. I kneel and begin to rim. After a bit I piss his crack and dig in for more. Ginger Built pulls away, not because he’s done, but to kiss me. TGWT joins our kiss and our tongues are in and out of each other’s mouths, trading piss and spit. “You should let him fuck you,” TGWT tells GB. I watch him consider it. From previous mentions, it has sounded like his ass may be reserved for his boyfriend. A moment. Then: “Lots of lube, please.” He bends, again holding on to TGWT. I eat him out one more time. I can barely get his tight pucker to relax. I lube my cock as I tongue him. I stand. The head pops into him. I wait. I push. Just a little. He groans. I think I’m there. I push in the next inch. “Out! Please. You’re way too big.” I pull out. “You should shoot in me,” says TGWT. And I want to. He bends, holding onto the ledge we’ve been sitting on. I eat his used hole and fuck. Ginger Built stands and showers us with piss one more time. I’m there—and have a noisy orgasm deep inside Tall Guy With Tats. When I pull out, Ginger Built cleans my cock and shares it with TGWT. TGWT gives us a last hug and goes to dry off and get dressed. Ginger Built and I are standing face to face. “I really wanted it,” he whispers. I reach around and finger his ass. His hard cock, pressed against me, oozes. I finger his hole. “Yes,” he moans. I pull out for a second to lube my fingers. He turns so I have easier access. One finger, now two, go into him. I whisper into his ear. How good he tasted. How tight he felt on my cock. This makes him grind back onto my hand. I add a third finger. He is beating his meat like crazy. “I think,” I continue into his ear, “you wanted my cum up you.” “Yes…” he grunts out. “Does your boyfriend like to fuck in anonymous jizz deep inside you?” “FUCK!” That has done it. Ginger Built coats the floor with his cum. I pull out of him carefully. I go back to holding him as his breathing calms. Only then do I get to clean up the stray cum left on his cock. Delicious… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Piss Party Trio (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 9 2023

My Playroom—July, 2023 The very next day I was at it again. Keshawn wanted to meet before I started my work gig. I had agreed, long before I scheduled the previous two sessions. He volunteered to drive up to me. He was eager. Our session was scheduled for 2pm. I kept getting progress reports. He must have flown up I-69, for he was at my house 20 minutes early. Earlier in the day, I had briefly wondered if I had any sperm left in my balls. The hug I got as he came in set that worry to rest. He cleaned up as I put fresh towels in the sling and under the fuck bench. When he was done, down the stairs we went… Keshawn kneels, naked, in front of the fuck bench. My cock swells in the jock, just looking at him. He mouths the fabric for a minute, but is impatient to get to the meat. He pulls the pouch aside and takes me down his throat. His tongue works over time as I come back up—only to be swallowed again and again. His cock is raging from giving me head. “I take pictures of your ass all the time. I know that readers would love to see your dick again.” I snap the two pictures. PIC PIC He scrambles up on the bench. I kneel. I can’t wait to bury my face in his ass. I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue finds his wet-from-the-shower pucker. He groans and the poppers open. I begin rimming him in earnest. We have no time limit, but we are both just hot for each other. I want inside him—Now. I spit and poke it into his hole. Again and again. I lube up with the coconut oil as I lick his hole and occasionally, his whole crack. I stand up. My engorged head pushes against him. His hole opens and takes me--almost half my cock on the first thrust. I bottom out inside him with the next stroke. More poppers for him—and I begin a slow fuck. Keshawn groans and pushes back—meeting each thrust of my cock. I abruptly pull out and take my wet dick to his mouth. He turns and hungrily takes me in—reveling in the taste of his ass on my cock. I go back. I fuck him again. Harder. And once again have him clean my dick. When I go back this time, I need to taste his freshly fucked ass. I love his juices every bit as much as he does. I spend a long time there, tonguing him as deeply as I know how, before I stand up and fuck him one more time. We move to the sling. He poppers up and I sink into him, camera in hand. PIC He feels wonderful. And different on his back than on all fours. I watch, fascinated, as my cock plunges in and out of his hot butt. Keshawn has his eyes on the mirror above him. He is watching me fuck, too. And beating that oversized, uncut beauty. I bend down and get some of his precum in my mouth. I pull out, kneel, and spit it into his hole. I force it deep with my tongue—and then my cock. I fuck a little more, but then I want nothing more than to eat his hole again. I rim him. Long and deep. I hear him stroking above me. And moaning out the pleasure he feels. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands. I can’t get deep enough into him. He really groans now. My cock is rock hard from the effort. I stand up and slide in once again. I fuck. I am fucking too fast. I will myself to slow down. I take a deep breath and begin a more sustainable stroke. I go from my entire length to just half my dick for a series of thrusts, surprising him when I finally use my full length again. I build once more to a chain rattling fuck. I kneel and taste his ass one more time. I use the black butt plug on him—to give him something even girthier in his hole. More poppers from him—as I slip it in and pound on the base of the toy. Soon I go back to my cock. I have calmed down now. It’s a lazy fuck—a slow in and out. I all put pull out of him on every stroke. I slowly build in tempo. Keshawn is jerking like crazy. I am sure he will be shooting soon. I stop, eat his hole some more and stand up and slide in. I fuck him hard. “Agh!...” I look down. Keshawn is covering his abs and his chest with a large load. I scoop some jizz up and coat my cock with it. “Can I keep fucking?” He nods—though I know that that willingness will wear off soon. I fuck him—hard and fast. Amazingly, I shoot. One volley of semen into him. I groan—and pull out. I sink to my knees and bury my face in his hole, tasting the mix of loads inside his butt. That does it. I stand up and just make it back into him before my balls empty, deep into that perfect ass… The original is here, with pics he encouraged me to take: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Makes Me Shoot Once Again...and Again... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 2, 2023

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My Playroom—July, 2023 I had a lot of sex in early July. It reminded me of what I was like a couple of decades ago. The very next day, after my breeding the young man in his apartment, I got a text from the bearded guy who had gotten me off in the bookstore. We had exchanged numbers as we left that day. (If you want a refresher, he appears in “Do You Think I Can Take It?”) Kieran was eager. He loved oral sex, but he really wanted to feel me go up his ass after he had sat next to me, jerking to the anal sex I’d had with another man right in front of him. He was married, I knew, and had very specific days he could meet. He came to the playroom right after lunch, so he could have as much time as possible with me… I am already in boots and jock, covered by my robe, as I answer the door. We go right downstairs. Kieran is impressed with the playroom. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he says as he starts to strip. I toss my robe on the door knob and sit on the bed. “Damn, there are mirrors everywhere,” he continues as he removes his boxers. His cock is hard and ready. Kieran is likely 5 to 10 years younger than myself. He is built thick and stocky. The hair on his head is cropped short, but his beard is luxurious and long. He comes over to the bed. I spread my legs, giving him room to lie between them. (I remember him telling me at the bookstore his knees are bad.) His mouth envelops my cock. He takes me to the root, almost immediately. His beard brushes my balls. It’s almost like having two men on me at the same time. My cock begins drooling out precum. Kieran noisily laps it up, savoring the taste. “Lick my balls.” He grunts an affirmative—but stays on my cock for a few more moments. Then that constantly moving tongue snakes it’s way down my shaft and begins to wet each hairy orb. He licks them. He carefully takes one a time into his mouth. This makes me moan. And this causes his tongue to work even harder. I really want to lick his ass—and I tell him so. “Where do you want me?” “I think the bench will be easiest,” I suggest. He has never been on a fuck bench. It takes a moment for me to help him get his legs in the right position to get his ass lower. He relaxes the moment I’m done. The position suddenly feels right—and his ass is at it’s most vulnerable. I kneel and dig in. This is new for us. My tongue and the idea that he is on a piece of furniture that is designed for sex is making him really excited. His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down to the mat and towel under the bench. A steady stream of precum is dripping from it. I catch some with my fingers and smear it on his hole—only to lick it up. Kieran moans. “You are making me feel so good. Like I’m in some damn porn flick.” I grin—but he can’t possibly tell as my face is still plastered in his ass crack. It is not a virgin hole—but certainly not one that gets a lot of use. I work diligently to get it relaxed and slightly open. Finally, I stand up. “Give me your cock.” The head pops in. I stop. He pants. I could wish he was a poppers guy—they would be useful right now. I pull out, lick his some more and go back in. I now have half my dick in him. I pause again. He pants. I inch in a little more. And a little more. I pull out again, re-lube and push into him. He has all of me now, but for the last inch. I begin a slow fuck, and Kieran begins to groan. Loudly. “Sorry, can anybody hear me?” I assure him the woman in the other half of my duplex is slightly deaf and never goes into her basement. His moans fill the room as I fuck him for the first time. I plow in and out for a good five minutes, but never get that last inch into him. I pull out and bring him my cock to suck. He has that moment of hesitation, but the latent pig in him wins. He tastes me tentatively. And then ravenously. “I taste really good,” he says in wonder, after I pull out of his mouth. “You do. Why do you think I spend so much time down there?” I move back to his ass. “Would you take a picture of your cock in me?” I grab the camera. I snap one for him. And my readers. I fuck again. He cleans me up. And I suggest we should get him off his knees, though he tells me the padded bench caused no pain at all. We move to the sling. This is new, too. I have the sling high, so he has to jump slightly to get onto it. We manage and he relaxes. Totally. I rim his now open hole. I stand up—and sink every inch of my engorged dick into him. He groans as I tell him he finally has all of me. His eyes go back and forth from being tightly closed—and concentrating on my cock reaming into him—to wide open and watching it split him in two in the mirror above him. I take a rest break and use the smallest butt plug on his now open hole. He relaxes even more. When I go back to me—I can finally fuck him hard and fast—with him begging for it. We break on the bed. “I want to taste my ass on your cock again.” He greedily devours me. I love the expression on his face as he does something he never thought of doing before—and getting so much pleasure out of it. To change things up, I suck his still hard cock for a moment. But he is too excited for me to do much—and doesn’t want to cum. Yet. We go back to the sling. “I want to see your face when I shoot in you,” I tell him. He agrees. I rim him for a bit. This gets me very close. I can hear him jerking his cock. I stand up and slide in. “I want you to breed me,” he pants. “Not many men have…” I increase the tempo of my thrusts. “Do it,” he groans, egging me on. “Take it,” I grunt out. “Take my load…” And it’s there, firing deep inside of him. His hand stops for a second to concentrate on me and his ass. But then he is jerking again—desperate to get off with me still inside him. As if I was going anywhere until he shoots all over himself… The original, with a pic, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 1, 2023

West Michigan—July, 2023 It was the 4th of July. I still had almost two weeks before I began a rather short work contract. I wanted my balls to be as empty as possible, so I could concentrate on the project at hand. I did my morning check of the few hook-up sites I still use occasionally. On the most vanilla site was a picture of a beautiful young ass. I clicked the profile. He was fairly local—and not in some Balkan country looking for a ‘pen pal.’ And he was online at the moment. We chatted. He loved the sound of the playroom but he had to be on call today for his job—meaning he had to stay at home. Would I consider coming to him? He thought that if we met later in the day, there would be little chance he would be needed at work. Now, it has been ages since I went to an unknown man’s house for sex. Men want the playroom or I visit long time fuck buds or I want to meet them at a venue where sex happens. But for whatever reason I agreed. Later that day, I checked in with him--about an hour before I was due there. He replied his work phone had been silent. He gave me the address and I left home. It felt very odd. I had a flash back to 20 years ago, when I did this regularly. I never really liked not knowing where I was going—or exactly what I would find when I got there. I found his street easily. But there was no house number that matched. Then I realized it was an apartment complex, set way back from the road. There were many buildings, each with its own number—and I finally found his. I looked at his text, he had not sent an apartment number. I went up the steps to see if his first name, for of course I didn’t know a surname, was on a mailbox. The lobby door was locked. I sent him a text, telling him where I was. He answered he’d be right there. Then I got a “where are you?” text. He had gone to another entrance. I said I’d stay where I was—and he found me a few minutes later. Jaylen likely goes to the local university or is just out of it. He is white and just under six feet tall, which helps him carry some extra pounds. His hair is long. Really long. He seems to like the idea of giving his ass to a daddy. His face lights up when he sees me. It has been even longer since I have been in someone’s first apartment. It is furnished with just what you can afford at that age. I can’t tell if there is a roommate, but I think so, as there seems to be another bed room—and too many towels for one person in the bathroom. His bed is ready for play, the spread turned down and lots of extra pillows for potential support… “Do you like getting head,” he asks, his eyes not on me but on the bed. “Sure.” I start to strip. So does he. Once naked, he asks me to sit on the bed. He tosses a pillow to the floor and kneels on it. After the drive and the confusion of where to go, my cock is still soft. His tongue soon makes me forget all that, and I’m soon ready to go. “Let me eat your ass. That will make me really hard…” He clambers up and gets on all fours. I pull apart his ample ass cheeks. My tongue finds his hole. He groans—and my cock begins to drool. I lick and spit. Jaylen is tight. Finally, I pull back from his now wet hole and say “You want me in you? Raw?” I want the words spoken. “Yes,” he groans. “I’m on PrEP.” “Good boy.” I lick his slightly open hole. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Jaylen rolls away from me. “I have a request…” “Sure…” “Can I sit on you? I think I need to. To open myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked.” I lie down. Jaylen lubes my dick with a thick lubricant. Facing me, he positions his legs by my hips and slowly sinks down on the head of my cock. He takes it—and stops. He pulls off me and does it again. I think a little more goes in—I can’t quite tell. And again. This time he has half of me in his super tight hole. He doesn’t pull off, he just waits for a moment, before taking all my inches. He grinds himself down on my pubes. Jaylen is panting. “Feels so good…” he murmurs. He squeezes his ass around my cock. Damn, this guy is tight. He begins a slow up and down movement. I love the look on his face: his eyes closed in concentration and look of bliss each time he takes the full length. He increases the speed of his bounce. I begin thrusting up to meet him. He groans and I tell him I like how me takes my dick. Finally, his legs tire. He pulls off me and rolls onto the bed. “On your knees; ass by the edge of the bed.” Me moves into place, a pillow under him. I surprise him by tasting his ass again. “Nobody does that…” he murmurs. I am ready to really plow him. I stand up and slide in. I pump, slow and steady at first, building fast. I see his hand going to his own cock. He jerks as I fuck. I feel his ass tighten down again. This time I think it’s involuntary. I think he’s going to shoot. “Stop! Please…” I do. “If I cum I’ll have to stop.” “Do you want to shoot?” “I…I don’t know if my ass can take much more.” I am not surprised. But he has taken a good ass stretching. He flips over onto his back. The pillow is now under his ass to get him to the right height with my long legs. His cock is now very hard and an angry red. I am not very close to shooting. I eat his well fucked hole once more. That helps. I slip inside him. He locks eyes with me and begins to stroke. In moments I see his dick swell. His ass tightens down. And, surprise, that tightness does it for me. I shoot into his butt with a vocal roar. He splatters his chest with his own load, as I marinate in all my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Want Me in You? Raw?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 30, 2023

West Michigan—July, 2023 When we met in November last year, Derrick and Jacob and I all agreed we needed to get back to a schedule of seeing each other more often. Pre-pandemic, we were seeing each other almost once a month. But changes in their health, lots of travel and my odd schedule prevented it from happening. I was really pleased when we set up a time at the top of July when everyone was available and eager. We sat in the living room of their beautiful house, sipping tea and catching up. Soon enough, we moved to the study. A collage of hot men doing dirty things to each other was playing on the television. “I put in more ass shots,” Derrick stated “when I remembered who was coming.” The jock I am grunging up for a reader was now at a point where it was too strong for Jacob to enjoy—so today I was naked but for combat boots. I sat on the couch. Jacob disappeared. Derrick sat next to me… We watch the pictures change on the screen. Both of us stiffen up. Just as I decide I should go down on him, he leans over and takes my cock in his mouth. He grunts out a sound of satisfaction. He works his tongue all over the head of my dick. I turn slightly, so that he will be at a better angle to go deeper. He takes the hint and swallows me to the root. Over and over. Jacob appears. He’s gone from clothed to wearing a singlet made from some sort of stretchy fabric. He stands in front of us and adds a hood which covers all his head but for his mouth. He carefully kneels, and finds Derrick’s hard cock, while Derrick continues on my dripping dick. Soon, Derrick sits up and guides Jacob’s mouth over to my cock. He is hungry. He has never been able to consistently deep throat me like Derrick, but today he is really trying to make that happen. The sound of his occasional choking on my cock fills the tiny room. Jacob is on all fours as he gives us head. The fabric of the singlet clings to every curve of his hot ass. I move his mouth back to Derrick and get up. I kneel behind Jacob. I am thinking I’d find a zipper to let me into him, but it’s all one piece. I content myself with worming a wet finger into the leg opening and, with my other hand, stroking his crack through the fabric. “Let’s get this off you; he wants your ass.” Derrick helps him get the garment off his shoulders. I pull it, so it piles at his knees. I guide his still hooded head back to Derrick’s cock. Then I bend and begin licking his hairy ass. Jacob moans around the cock in his mouth. He begins working harder on Derrick’s dick as I move to tongue drilling into his hole. I lube myself up with my free hand. I am so ready to sink into his hot hairy butt after all this time. My cockhead teases his now slightly open hole. He pushes back—and my drooling dick goes inside him. “Damn, I forget how big…” he groans, as he pulls off Derrick for a moment, panting. I slide all the way in. I give him a moment to adjust. I know he’s ready when he starts deep throating Derrick. I begin a slow, long stroke letting him feel every inch. Soon, I just can’t help myself. I begin stronger and harder fuck strokes. Jacob takes it. Wanting it. Loving how he feels trapped between the two cocks filling his holes. I stop and pull out. I bury my face in his freshly fucked hole. This makes my cock even harder. I enter him again. I fuck, willing myself to go slow. I listen to the wet sound of the fuck, the slobbering sound of Jacob on Derrick’s dick and the groans and murmurings the three of us are making. It’s a hot sex symphony of sounds—and only feeds our desire for each other. “Let’s go to the sling,” Derrick suggests. We troop downstairs to their playroom, filled with more toys and gear than I can count. Derrick adjusts the sling to my height—and then gets into it. Derrick relaxes as I eat his ass. Jacob stands to the side, his armpit covering Derrick’s nose and mouth. I hear him licking Jacob out as I do the same to his asshole. Soon enough, I stand up and enter him for the first time today. He takes me with ease—and Jacob urges me to fuck him harder. I do. I pause to eat his ass again. I fuck him again as I lube my left hand. I add a finger alongside my cock. I keep fucking. Now it’s two fingers and my dick. I pull out and add a third finger. Soon my whole fist glides into him. Derrick groans—he hasn’t had one for quite some time. He tells me it feels great. I go back to my cock. Then my fist. Then my cock and several fingers. “You should do that to Jacob.” The guys switch. Derrick sits at my right and watches every move I make. I eat Jacob’s hole again. I love how hairy his ass crack is—a delightful contrast to his partner’s. I spit and lick and get his hole relaxed. I fuck him. Hard. I begin adding fingers. Soon it is my cock and four of them. I pull my dick out and regrease my left hand. This time just the fist enters him. He gasps and then groans as I move it just slightly. I fist him slowly with just my left hand for quite some time. All the way out. All the way in with a slight twisting motion. This time, once my hand is inside, I slide my cockhead down my wrist and add it inside his ass. Deep inside, my fingers part and I can fuck him between my index and third finger. Derrick finds the poppers and soon Jacob is moaning for more. I do it all again with my slightly larger right hand. I add my cock with it once the fist is in place. The mind fuck of it all is maybe even more powerful than the act itself. Both deep inside the stretched, wet hole… I step back. I gesture to Derrick to take over and he fists the hole he knows so well. His much bigger hands are inside Jacob quickly. I love to watch partners have sex. I stroke my cock with one hand and run the other over Jacob’s furry chest. “Let’s change,” pants Jacob. Derrick gets in the sling once more. I’m up first. I eat his used hole. I fuck him. I fist him. He cautions me not to go for a double as we used to do. I hadn’t thought I would—as I could tell his hole has not been used as much as in the past. I give Jacob a turn and go to work Derrick’s nipples. Jacob is totally turned on by showing off his fisting technique. He worms his smaller left hand deep into Derrick. He jerks himself with his right. Suddenly, he moans and shoots a big load all over his partner’s balls and his own wrist, sticking out of Derrick’s ass. He pulls out. I do some clean up with my tongue and fist the rest of the cum deep into Derrick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cock and Fist in D & J (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 28, 2023

Near Home—June, 2023 On the last day of June, I went to the bookstore nearest my home. I wasn’t expecting much more than some head as I watched porn. You just never know… I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat, stroking. There are plenty of men here. But they just seem to be walking back and forth between the two theatres, never settling in one or the other to do anything. The door opens and a thinnish white guy, likely in his late 40’s, enters. He stands next to me. His Hawaiian shirt is loud, but he has quite a mound in his Bermuda shorts. In moments, he has unzipped and is stroking to the video right along with me. His dick is short, but fat. He offers it to me to suck with no comment. He is in my mouth for about ten seconds before he is reaching for my wet cock. He hefts it, feeling just how meaty it is. In a flash, he is on his knees and giving me pretty good head. The door opens. I expect the guy on his knees to jump up. He doesn’t, he continues to suck. A rather large white guy, closer to my age, comes in. He stands next to me, watching the guy on his knees intently. My sucker must feel his gaze, for he stops and looks up at him. “You need to try this dick,” he tells him. The two change places. I am happy, as the bigger guy is actually the better sucker—and as soon as Hawaiian Shirt stands up, he sticks his cock back into my mouth. We go on like this for quite some time, but then my new sucker stops and looks up at me. “I want you to fuck me.” “Sure.” He moves out of the way so I can stand up. He drops his pants and leans against the back wall, arching his ass out. I rim him briefly, pulling the large ass cheeks apart. He groans. “Fuck me, man.” I stand up. Hawaiian Shirt watches me closely as I insert my dick in this other guy’s ass. “Fuck him good,” he whispers in my ear. I begin to pump this wet, and very warm hole. “Damn, you’re big,” the Big Guy mutters into the cement block wall. I pick up the speed. I can’t tell if he’s jerking his dick or not. I slow…and then speed up again as Hawaiian Shirt tells me to “Fuck that ass.” Finally, Big Guy asks for a break. He mutters something complimentary to me, as he bends to suck Hawaiian Shirt’s cock. I go piss and wash up a little. When I return, Big Guy is in the cocksucker’s seat and is having his small cock sucked by Hawaiian Shirt. I sit along the side wall, bemused. Soon enough HS comes over to me. He sucks me for quite some time and stands up with a determined look in his eye. “I want to try your cock in my ass.” Before I really have anytime to react, he spins around, drops his shorts (no underwear, in sight) and sits on me. He has lubed his hole—for I actually go in, every inch of me. He grabs the arms of my chair so he can bounce on my dick. He is groaning and putting on a show that attracts Big Guy and another man who’s just walked in. The two spectators go from watching us, to BG giving the new man head. The new guy is a regular. I can’t place him until he unbuttons his shirt and I see the tattoo on the center of his chest. Years ago, we would jack here together until he was ready to cum—and I would fuck it out of him. He catches my eye as I watch BG service his impressively sized dick. Hawaiian Shirt gets off my dick with a sigh. “I want more of that,” he murmurs. Tat On His Chest tells BG he’s done and walks down to me. I stand up—I don’t need another man riding me. TOHC bends in front of me. I find his hole and he shoves himself back on me. I don’t do any of the work, he repeatedly fucks himself onto my cock about five times. And he explodes. Hands free. All over the floor. The other two men gasp and all but applaud. TOHC pulls off me—and I really need to go clean up this time… * I am alone in the straight theatre. The door opens and the Middle Eastern looking man, who took me to booth the last time we met, is back. He wants my dick—but away from other eyes. I try to tell him no one is here, but he convinces me to follow him to a booth. He strips. I go to my knees and devour his hairy ass crack. Both cheeks are covered in dark fur, but his ass crack is a jungle of it. My tongue forces its way through it all to find his hole. The moment I connect with it, he bends, giving me easier access. I lick and spit and come up for air gasping. “Fuck me!” “Raw?” “No condom—fuck me!” I grease up my dick. I work it slowly into him. He is beating his curved dick as I do it. I bottom out and stay still. His ass is not relaxing. I begin the tiniest in and out stroke. He groans—a good groan, low and throaty. I fuck a little faster. “Stop!” I do. He bends forward and pulls off me. Has he shot? Maybe, I can’t tell. I just know I want more of his ass—but he’s done. He squirms around and sits down. He shakes his head at me, so I leave. Hawaiian Shirt is happy to ride me once again. And once again after a break. This time he gets off while doing it. I am alone on the straight side. I consider going next door as I hear movement over there. But the door opens. A young Black man enters. He is short and lithe. His hairy is incredibly shiny and in long curls that bounce as he walks. He watches me for a moment, then comes toward me. He leans down to my ear. “A friend told me about you. That you always wear those old Army pants. He told me you suck good and lick ass. I want you to open my ass with your tongue…” My mind is working over-time. I can’t believe my luck—and I can’t stop wondering who his friend might be. He leads me to a booth. He strips, I get my cock out. He doesn’t do anything to my dick—it’s all about his ass—and that’s fine with me. He’s slim, but he has a bubble butt. He gets on all fours on the bench and lets me eat him out. I dig into his tight sphincter. He is fairly hairy, but after the Middle Eastern man, the amount of hair feels light. He tastes terrific and my tongue can’t stay off (or out) of him. A couple of times, I stand to stretch my legs, so I slap my rock-hard cock against his cheeks, but there is no mention of fucking. He stands up to stretch. He turns. His cock is extremely hard. He is almost nine inches, with a slight curve. But it is the thinnest cock I’ve seen in a long time. He lets me deep throat him. I can easily take his length to the root as he’s so much thinner—and I can still breathe. But soon it is back to his ass. I deliberately have some of his precum on my tongue and I burrow it into him. It helps me go a little deeper. He moans. And jerks. Before he didn’t touch himself. Now he can’t stop jerking his dick as my mouth explores his hot, wet ass. “You need to stop. I don’t want to cum or my boyfriend will be mad.” What? I’m not sure—but I stop. “I want to take a cock like yours deep inside me. But I’m not ready.” And he’s right. His hole, after all my work, is still super tight. I suggest he look into a set of graduated butt plugs to help. “Do you need to get off, Daddy?” My cock is dripping and the head is an angry red. I admit I was hoping to shoot with him, one way or another. “Jerk off on me. Cum on my chest.” He kneels. He is so short on his knees, that I tower above him. I stroke. My cock tells me this might just work. He reaches out with the hand not stroking his own cock and touches my balls. His finger goes behind them and traces the lines of my metal cock ring. I am actually close. I close my eyes and concentrate on what I’ve done with his ass…and I’m there. I fire off five or six jets of cum onto his chest. They hang there—entwined in the tight curls of his chest hair. I offer him a napkin to clean up. He wants to wear it home to show the boyfriend that we met. (So, I’ve played with his BF?!?) He starts to get dressed as I open the door to the booth, giving one last look to the hot, hot as disappearing into his designer underwear… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 23, 2023

Very, very true!!

Thanks--but it is just one of the realities of cruising live.

Jackson—June, 2023 Sex is not always perfect. I report when it goes bad, too. It was the Wednesday at the end of the month. The middle of the week had, in the past, proved a fun day at the bookstore—the one that had gone through a recent renovation to its playspace. There always seemed to be lots of men around the various viewing stations, secluded cubicles or glory hole booths. If I was lucky, I’d find a guy to show off his ass on the medical exam table. As I arrived, just before noon, the parking lot showed a promising number of vehicles… I go into the darkened area. There are quite a few men standing around. And not one of them is doing anything. But that’s fine—I can usually fix that. I sit on the couch in front of two different screens showing two different genres of porn. I pull out my cock. I see Dirk Caber’s ass being fucked on the big screen. I think back to when I got to fuck him at my first Fornication event in Chicago. I am instantly hard and dripping—knowing just how that ass up on the big screen television feels on my cock. And how it tastes! In moments, a man appears at my side. He is my age, with rather long dark blond hair. The guy is medium height and he’s maintained his body well over the decades. He only has eyes for my wet cock. “Sir, may I suck it?” I nod. I like his attitude. He kneels and gives me a very good blow job. Other men gather to watch the live sex. My sucker pulls off me with a satisfied sigh. He nods to me and leaves. An older man, who watched the whole thing from just behind me, is right there. “My turn?” he asks. I nod. He kneels a little more slowly. A bald man, in a neighboring chair, leans forward and watches intently. This new cocksucker is just as adept. And he remembers my balls. I help him up, when he realizes I won’t be shooting anytime soon. He makes a beeline to the bald guy. “You have to suck that dick,” he whispers, but loud enough for me to hear it. The bald guy seems unsure. His partner insists. I watch the movie. Dirk is now on his back, taking a different cock. The bald guy arrives. “My partner says I should try sucking you.” “Please.” (I love men who want to share with their partners!) He gets on his knees. He is perhaps not as proficient as the first two men, but he is still good. Each time he takes me to the root, the bulge in his shorts gets bigger. He stops when his knees tell him to—and rushes off to find his partner to compare notes. The blond guy is back. “Would you fuck my face this time?’ “Sure.” We move behind the couch. He kneels, with a wall from one of the glory hole rooms behind him. I start easy, a slow stroke and only two thirds of my cock. “Give it to me,” he mumbles with his mouth full. I do. Harder and harder. He grunts his approval each time I speed up or go deeper. He chokes. And he reacts as if I’ve given him the best gift possible. We take a mini-break, and we do it again. Hard and fast. This time his head hits the wall on the last two strokes. His face glows—and again—he thanks me. We take a break. In ten minutes or so, I do it all again with him. He chokes. I pull those long strands of deep throat spittle out of him. I wrap them around my cock and make him take me again. I look down. His cock head is peeking out from the hem of his Bermuda shorts, angry and red and drooling. I fuck his face some more. I would love to make him shoot from my repeated deep assault of his mouth. I fuck and fuck. He gags. And wants a break. I go off and play with a fourth man… * “Will you fuck me?” It’s the face fuck guy. “Sure. Can be use the exam table?” “Naw, I hate guys watching me get fucked.” He leads me into the middle cabana booth. “Everybody saw me fuck your mouth. What’s the difference?” “It’s my ass. I don’t want ‘em to see.” He strips and lies on the bench provided. This makes him far too low for me to get into him. I go to my knees. The floor here is rough concrete. I know my knees won’t take it. “Can we try you on all fours?” “So, you can fuck me like a dog?” Well, yes, actually. He gets up and bends over, standing and holding the back of the bench. He’s the perfect height. The moment I move behind him he kneels on the bench, lowering his ass a good few inches. I lube up. I go to my haunches to rim him. Whoa. There is no way I am putting my face there. “Open me with your fingers. I hate rimming.” I tell him I can tell he’s not ready for a fuck. I make myself sound apologetic. “Bull shit. I cleaned out.” “Well, things must have shifted…” “You just don’t want to fuck me. Lose your hard on?” “I will if I fuck in a dirty ass.” I feel like I want to plunge my finger in there and show him. But I don’t. I just stuff my now wilting erection into my pants. I leave the cubicle. “Loser…” he mutters—but loud enough for me to hear it… Why do guys argue about their clean out? Even the best cleaning can fail after time. I mutter to myself as I go to the washroom and rinse the extra lube off my cock. I am in no mood to stay now. I head home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hot, Then Not (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 21, 2023

I don't wear gloves often for fisting, but when I have to, and they have any texture on palm or fingertips, I turn them inside out. Problem solved.

Near Home—June, 2023 A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June… It’s a bright afternoon. And hot. I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room. My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick. There is only one man in here. He is way off to the side. He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room. I stroke. The video is fairly hot. I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex. It’s happening here. And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time. The door opens. A man around my age comes in. He’s a regular—and loves to suck me. I let him have his way with my cock. He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me. I think of him as a great warm-up sucker. And he proves me right. He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out. I stroke. The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear. A thickly built, white man enters. He is my age, too. He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside. He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater. He kneads his jeans with a big hand. His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up. A light skinned Black man enters. I haven’t seen him in ages. (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue. It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.) He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape. He pulls me up and gives me a hug. “It’s been forever…” I agree with him. “I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…” I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin. He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet. “Do you think I can take it?” “One way to find out. Get me good and wet.” He goes to his knees. I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are. He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft. “Eat me out—like you used to…” He drops his shorts around his ankles. I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema. He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack. And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks. He bends and I begin lick his butt. I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was. It still feels like a very tight pucker. I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him. The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. “Lick me some more…Please.” I keep drilling with my tongue. He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick. Finally, I stand up. For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days. But now my cock head targets his pucker. I push. It slowly seems to open. He groans. “Go slow.” I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all. I back up and try again. It feels like half my cock head is in him. He groans like I am full embedded in his ass. I rock into him and back. I am not going any deeper. I re-lube. This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him. “I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. And suddenly, it’s all over. He spurts onto the floor under him. He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me. I don’t say anything. He leaves—very happy. “That was hot,” says my seat mate. His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. I tell him how little got into the guy. The door opens. The man who sucked me earlier returns. This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers. As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire. He excuses himself. “I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…” The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth. His beard feels fabulous on my balls. He has one of those tongues that never stops moving. Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him. He is making me feel very good. He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat. He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time. I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?” He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him. Five big blasts and he swallows it all… I am panting. He comes up for air. “Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks. “If you clean my dick up…” He smirks and licks me clean. Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Think I Can Take It?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 19, 2023

Thanks. He was fun--and hot. It was easy to re-live this fuck and piss!

My Playroom—June, 2023 I received an email in my felchingpisser account. The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago. He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole. He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet. I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man. We quickly switched to text. He sent me a face shot. I remembered him immediately. He is half my age, and a great pig. He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass. We had not played again. Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits. Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more. I was sure that was not Brent. We talked about scenarios that turned us on. Everything we brought up, we both liked. I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play. He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet. But I was ready for him… I open the door to the playroom. I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader. There, on his knees, is this hot young man. He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color. He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else. He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back. Eager. And expectant. I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face. He groans and begins to lick it. I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am. Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head. I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long. I tell him to get up on the bench. His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in. My tongue pokes into his tight hole. But it loosens instantly. I spit and lick it up—again and again. “Take some poppers,” I tell him. I’ve seen the bottle in his hand. He does. I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek. I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss. It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench. It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole. I go to my knees and lick it up. He groans. I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again. When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today. His hole is hot and ready. I sink all the way into him as he groans. Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later. Damn, he’s hungry. I begin the fuck, long and slow. I build fast. Really slamming it into his receptive ass. He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel. I slow down—and pull out. “Let me taste my ass.” I bring it to his face. He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock. It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again… * He’s in the sling. I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole. I stand up. My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch. I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth. I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly. I bend and suck the piss off his cock. He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way. We fuck. Repeatedly. Brent cleaning my cock after each round. “Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.” We change places. I lie on the damp sling. Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out. I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations. I hear him stand. A gallon of piss is squirting out of him. It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious. It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest. It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it. Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass… * We fuck some more with him in the sling. As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists. I buckle them on his ankles as well. As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table. I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip. I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together. I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. I fuck him hard. He cleans my dick and we do it again. * I’ve pulled out the rimseat. “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask. “Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat. I sit and let him go to work. I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole. I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again. I do, taking another hit. Eventually, we reverse. I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face. I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough… * “I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat. We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply. We both are very damp—all over. And it feels great on this hot day. I choose the sling. “I want to see your face as I load you.” He gets in. I kneel and eat his hole. I can’t get enough. I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat. I hear him do poppers. I lube up as I eat. I stand and slide in. He locks eyes with me. “Fuck my wet ass. Hard!” I do as I’m told. I am so close. He passes me his poppers. I take a hit. I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on. I begin slamming into his wet ass. The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding. “Do it. Fill me up…” he groans out. I thrust a few more times. I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop. I am so damn close. “Breed me…please…” I look at him. I can see that lust for load in his eyes. And I shoot. Over and over. I fuck it deep. And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz. I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts. His arms wrap around me. Eventually, I move. I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load. I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss… The original, with a hot pic of Brent, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pissing and Rimming Brent (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 15, 2023

Grand Rapids—June, 2023 In early June, I got the email I had been hoping to receive. The house party, the one I have written about so often, was back on schedule. The host asked if I could bring the three main pieces from my playroom—as he was expecting a crowd. It was Pride weekend, so a number of guys got too busy, but I was very happy with the nine of us who showed up. I head upstairs. There are two rooms here—one with a bed and my fuck bench—and the other with the host’s sling hanging from the rafters and two rimseats (another rim pig had brought his, too!!) Six of us are in the bedroom. I walk over to Hot Tats, a man I usually see in Lansing playing with the couple I know there. I bend him over and begin eating his ass. To our left is a very big and hairy Daddy Bear. He is feasting on the ass of the youngest man here, an early 30’s, short guy—who is still in that first flush of twinkish cuteness. A former dancer, with the plump ass to prove it, is bent over to my right. His hole is being fingered by a girthy top I have played with many times (and fucked). He is eyeing the youngest hungrily, even as he lubes the Dancer’s butt. In the other room, which we can see across the landing, the Rimmer is feasting on Randy—the guy who once had a Twitter feed of himself riding massive toys. He’s back in the area—and hot for our cocks. I can’t stop eating out Hot Tats. He is moaning deep in the back of his throat. The twink is talking dirty—all about how all the daddies are going to fuck him tonight. The Dancer is panting. The intermingled sounds are all music to my dick—making it drip copiously. Daddy Bear stands up and sticks his short, but fat cock into the twink. “Fuck me raw, Daddy,” the kid moans. I stand up, too. I guide my dick into the familiar ass of Hot Tats. The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes down on me. When he releases, I know I’m good to start the fuck. I begin, moving slowly, at a nice warm up speed. The Girthy Top begins to fuck Dancer. We are all noisy fucks, both verbally and with all the sounds of wet lube, willing asses and pistoning cocks. Daddy Bear is the first to pull out of the twink’s butt. The kid swivels and cleans his cock. This makes Girthy Top stop fucking and move over to get up the young one next. I keep fucking Hot Tats, who is now kissing the Dancer. Daddy Bear, cleaned up, moves over to try out Dancer’s ass. Girthy Top has an incredible smile on his face as he fucks the young man. He is right where he wants to be, the old chicken hawk. Finally, I pull out of Hot Tats. He cleans me, loving the taste of his ass juices on my meat. Girthy Cock indicates I need to try out the twink. I go over and eat his hole. He groans and pounds on the mattress. I slide in. I am easily the biggest dick he’s had tonight. And will have. He is taking my slow easy fuck, but I don’t think he’s enjoying it. “I should tell you, I really prefer older daddies,” he grunts out. Well, I am just as old as the other two, possibly older. “I love their size.” Now I get it. He loves the girth on those two, but it’s not of their cocks he’s talking, but of that big, hairy belly grinding into him. Thin, whippet me, pulls out and I let Daddy Bear back into him. Daddy’s Boy ends up playing with just those two tops (who are thrilled) all night. I am more than happy to eat the juicy hole of Dancer, before fucking him as hard as I know how… * I am standing between Randy’s spread legs. He’s still in the sling. Everyone but Dancer and Daddy’s Boy has been in him. I have waited for this moment. I want his hole really used. And it is—his ass is wet and slightly puffy. I kneel. Only now does my tongue get re-acquainted with his hole. He groans. I am so deep inside him. I spit and slobber into him. I stand and slide in. It’s worth the wait. I fuck him slow and easy. He squeezes me any time I slow way down. I speed it up. I am soon plowing into him, my hips slapping onto his wet, upturned ass. I slow. And stop. And eat him out again. I fuck him again. I stand to the side so Rimmer can fuck him, too. Rimmer quickly goes to his knees to watch me fuck him once more. I do three strokes into Randy and pull out so Rimmer can clean my cock. We do this for a long time—not one of us wants to stop. Rimmer spits on my shaft and guides it back into Randy. I fuck—and this time when I pull out, I push Rimmer’s face into the wet fuck hole. He moans and begins eating Randy out. I kneel beside him. Soon we are taking turns, each eating Randy and then kissing each other—a wet tongue cleaning of each other’s mouth. Rimmer can’t stop jerking as we share all the juices in his ass. He finally stands up, fucks him briefly and coats Randy’s guts with cum. He lets me clean his cock and lick the jizz out of Randy. I share some with him—but he’s spent, so the rest of the load in my mouth goes to Randy. I fuck him for a long time in the freshly lubed hole. “Let’s take it to the rimseat.” I settle down on the mat after I get Randy out of the sling. He sits on my face. I can go so much deeper into him now. He rides my tongue, groaning and huffing poppers. He rides my dick, too, to churn what load is left in his ass. He cleans my dick and then settles back onto my face…where my tongue catches the dripping cum… * It’s late. The host, small in stature and as pervy as the rest of us, comes upstairs to tell us the food is set out. Others troop down to get it. I eat out our host. “Fuck me as hard as you did Randy.” We are on the bed and he is on all fours. I stand up. “If I fuck you right now, I’ll cum.” “Do it.” And I do. I slip into his tight hole. Our size difference is striking. I fuck hard. Thinking more about my needs than his—which is just how he likes it. “Breed me!” I am so close. I pull out and eat his hole once more. That does it. I am now on the brink. I slip into him and fuck. Hard. Slapping his ass. “Fuck!” And I spew into him the load that has been building for three hours… The original, with a picture of Randy's hot ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pride Week Orgy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 13, 2023

I can still get into my extant account and answer a man who wrote me there. You are the third person I have heard from that hasn't been able to set up an account. A shame. The site might as well be dead.

Near Home—June, 2023 I came home from Fornication Weekend feeling very sated. But, of course, in a couple of days, my balls really needed to be emptied. None of my regulars were available mid-week. And, frankly, sitting in a cool, dark place stroking to porn sounded rather attractive on this unseasonably hot June day… The parking lot this afternoon is about half full. I go in and pay my admission, piss and head into the straight theatre. I interrupt a blowjob happening at the back. They pause until I sit down and pull out my cock. Once they know I’m safe, they go right back to it. I look around. No one else is in here. I stroke to the movie, throwing one glance back at the guys who are playing. The man receiving head is unknown to me. The man giving it is a semi-regular. I am sure over the years, he must have done the same for me at some point, though I can’t remember playing with him. He is a good 5 to 10 years older than I am—and is very reserved until he gets a cock in his mouth. He is tall and rather gaunt, but with a full mane of grey hair. And he must be doing something right, for the guy in his mouth is moaning. I stroke. The movie is only ok. I am just about to go next door when I feel someone standing behind me. I turn. It’s the guy who was getting head. He is tall, too, and around my age. I think he wants to try another mouth, but no, he reaches down and pulls me up. “You need to have this guy do you,” he hisses. I go along—happy to get some head. The guy in the cocksucker’s chair opens wide—and I am treated to a really fine BJ. This guy has a velvet mouth. The two of us take turns in him—letting him do whatever he likes. The one time I start to fuck his face I can tell instantly that it is not his thing. I stop and let him go back to his routine. The door opens. A trucker type comes in. For whatever reason, our cocksucker bolts out of his seat and out the door. We wait a bit—but he’s gone. The guy who corralled me now whispers “Let’s go next door.” We do. There is just one man in here. Are the owners of all those cars all in the arcade? The guy gets busy on my dick. He is not anywhere as good as the previous sucker, rather toothy and hurried. When his canines connect with me once more—and I suggest I take a turn on him. He has a respectable six incher which makes for an easy deep throat. In moments, he holds my ears and unloads. He leaves just as quickly as the first guy. The other man in the room is sitting as far away from where we were playing as possible. He makes no eye contact now. I wait a minute and go next door to see what the trucker is up to. As I go in, the guy stands up and fires a massive load all over the floor. Without any attempt at clean up, he just stuffs himself back into his underwear and leaves. I stroke. All alone. Now in the cocksucker’s seat. The movie changes. It is much better. All sex and no ‘acting.’ The door opens. A slightly husky Black man enters. He looks mid thirties or so. He comes in—standing just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust. He sees me and comes to lean against the back wall—though every other seat in the room is available. This makes me smile—and jerk a little faster. He avoids eye contact; seemingly all his attention is on the screen where two Black men are ravishing a petite Caucasian blonde. He kneads his jeans. His bulge grows as the guys on the screen move into doing a DP on her. His hand opens his fly and disappears inside. And for the first time he looks down at me. “Fuck…” he whispers, looking at my cock. “You should take yours out—that looks uncomfortable.” He opens the top button and let’s a bigger than average cock spring free. It has a slight curve to it. We stroke to the double dicking on the screen. He moves. I think for a second, it’s to give me his cock, but it’s not, it’s to sit next to me. We stroke. Eventually, I feel his hand knock mine away and heft my dick. I start to reach for him but he catches my hand. I am not prepared for his next sentence. “I want you to fuck me.” I just nod. “But not here—in a booth.” We pull our clothes together. He leads me to the middle booth that is supposed to be used for previewing movies. He is stripping before I can get the door bolted. The first thing I see is an intricate and beautiful tattoo on his beautifully pumped-up chest. I tell him how hot it is, as I open my fly. I am not ditching my pants with my boots on. “Fuck me,” he says, now totally naked. He bends—holding on to the padded seat. I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry ass. He gasps—and then groans as my tongue is all over his tight pucker. The hairy here is tightly kinked and luxurious. I happily lick and spit, getting his hole dripping. I stand up, my dick lubed and throbbing. “Go slow…” My cock head is pushing, gently, into his loosened pucker. His hole sucks me in—he really wants me. I only have to push in the last inch. I stop. I hear the poppers open. The fumes fill the little space. I wait a moment and begin fucking. His hand finds his dick. He begins beating his meat in tempo with my thrusting. His hole is wet and hot. And slippery. He is pushing back now—meeting each thrust of my cock. Without thinking, my hand slaps his full butt cheek, making more noise than we should here. “You fuck me just right,” he pants. “I can take it.” I am plowing into him now with all my might. His hole is spasming on my cock. “I’m gonna shoot…” he groans. I stop thrusting—but stay inside. I squeeze down—making my cock head expand inside his guts. That does it—he explodes all over the floor and maybe the seat he’s leaning on. I pull out. He stands upright rather shakily. I embrace him, arms tight around his chest. We hold that for a long moment, before I hand him a napkin. He cleans his hand. But I go to my knees and clean up all the cum on his cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Fuck Me Just Right" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 11, 2023

I find it hard to imagine fucking a hole that I haven't had my mouth on--with my tongue as deep as possible...

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 I slept really well after the Fornication main event. All that sex finally knocked me out so I could stay asleep all the way through the night. I woke to rain. Not as hard as the rain on my arrival day, but it was a steady stream coming down. I showered and then breakfast was delivered to me in my room as many of the guests had left. There was not much on the schedule that day. It started with the ubiquitous pool party. There was a Best Butt contest (something that Ray and I had joked that, with my rimming prowess, I should help judge!) There was also a JO party in the sex tent late in the afternoon. Of course, last year’s JO party had been all about fucking… In the end everything was pretty much cancelled. The rain kept all but the hardiest day pass people away. The porn guys were packing and leaving per contract. Two men showed up for the Best Butt contest. Ray and I awarded it to the man who had been so reluctant to get in my sling in front of the others last night (but eventually did and had a great time.) I went up to pack the sling. I wasn’t going to carry it to my car in the rain, so I just left it in the sex tent. But after lunch, things cleared a bit—at least the rain stopped if not blue skies. I took the first load to my car, side stepping the huge puddles on the way. As I passed the pool, I was stopped by a good-looking guy in his 40’s who I had fucked the night before. He wanted more. An ‘encore’ as he called it. I agreed that we should fuck up in the playroom the camp had set up. As I had just had lunch, I asked that we meet a little later. We agreed on 2:30pm up the hill at the dungeon. On the next trip to the car, with the rimseat, a new man stopped me. He was an Italian daddy, with a very hairy chest. He’d seen the bulge in my shorts. Would I fuck him? Without really thinking I told him to meet me at 2:30pm up at the dungeon. The moment I walked away I realized I’d just double booked myself. I sighed—but guessed that with the still cloudy weather, one of them wouldn’t show up. As I continued to my car, Dane waved to me from his balcony. Did I want to play? I suggested the evening, if he’d still be here. He agreed, as it would give him time to wake up and recover from his marathon of sex the day before. I finished packing up my equipment and even put some stuff from my room into the car right then, in case the rain returned as predicted. At 2:30, I went up the hill to the dungeon. A man was sitting on the steps waiting for me. Just the one…the Italian daddy… We go in. There is a web sling, a fuck bench, gloryholes and porn. I sit on the couch opposite the porn. I unzip my shorts and get out my swelling cock. The man strips down to just his sandals. He is in good shape and hairy. Everywhere. I can’t wait to tongue his hairy ass crack. He kneels in front of me. He ignores his own dick; he is totally concentrated on mine. He gives good head, effortlessly taking me deep into his throat. I hear the door open, though I can’t see it. In walks the Daddy from last night. He is not pissed off in the least there is a man on my cock. He is excited. He stirps, too, and brings his hardening cock into the scene. With both hands, I gently pull Hairy Chest off my dick. “Get him hard.” Hairy Chest can’t believe his luck. He now has two dicks for his mouth. He sucks the newcomer to full hardness—and is then directed to go back to my cock. Back and forth. First me, then Daddy. Over and over. “Try both of us together in your mouth,” I suggest, standing up. “Just the heads,” He does it. Our drooling dicks are head to head as his busy tongue caresses both of us. “Time to fuck.” I help Hairy Chest to his feet. “I want you in the sling.” All three of us move there. I help him in. I begin rimming his hairy ass as Daddy bends and tongues the man’s nipples. I lube my cock up. “Would you bring the bag that’s on my clothes?” Hairy Chest asks Daddy, who goes to find it. He brings back a zippered toilet kit. Hairy Chest digs through it and hands me a Magnum. “I bought this for you.” I inwardly sigh, but take it and roll it on. After all the bareback sex this weekend, it feels distinctly odd to have tight latex on my cock. But I do it. And slip into his ass. The moment my cock enters him, Hairy Chest is rock hard. He strokes himself as Daddy continues to work his nipples. I fuck. Hard. I can sense this guy has no staying power—he is about to explode. One more deep thrust, and he does, all over that hairy chest. I pull out and dispose of the condom. I swipe my hand over his load and coat my dick with it. Daddy helps him out and jumps in the sling. Hairy Chest does that ‘embarrassed, now that I’ve cum’ thing and scurries away. “I saw what you did with his load. Fuck it into me,” groans Daddy. I kneel, keeping my hands off my cummy cock and lick his butt. He flowers open easily. I am guessing he got more dick than mine last night, but I’m too busy eating him out to ask. “Fuck me!” I stand up and slide in, the safe-sexer’s load making it a wonderfully slippery entry. I fuck. He pulls out his poppers and takes a massive hit. I plow him for a long time, really changing up my speed and angle. He never touches his cock—it is all about his ass. Finally, I slow down. “Can I ask you a question?” he says, when his head’s clear. “Sure.” “You can say no if you aren’t into it, but I really want to eat your ass. I love top ass on my tongue.” “Sure. That would be a great.” We change places. His mouth and tongue are great. He even gives me his poppers to enhance the moment. Eventually, I volunteer to fuck again. He will not let me up. He is enjoying himself too much. He leaves my hairy ass crack slippery with his spit. Of course, we reverse, eventually. “I want your load in me. I saw you breed Seamus last night, lucky fucker.” This makes me fuck him harder. “You want it? You’ll get it.” I am so hard right now. After all that sex, my cock is still demanding one more release. And I am there. My body spasms and I grab the chains to not fall on him… When I recover, I ask if he wants to get off. “I just want to lie here and finger your load in me…” I leave him to it… * I did find Dane that evening. He begged off from sex. He had ended up filming a scene with Ray in the afternoon—and his hole had taken a real beating. Instead, we met at the trailer of the man with the long beard (and very white ass) for drinks around the campfire… The original post is here, the last of this weekend: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 7, 2023

A great weekend. One more fuck scene to go. I will post tonight.

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) The porn guys are in the tent. And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere. The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions. Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees. While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy. He is mid 30’s and shirtless, but wearing shorts. He watches me get another man in the sling—someone rather large, so it takes a moment to get him settled comfortably. I rim and fuck—and the younger guy is wide eyed, watching every move I make. When the guy in the sling calls for a breather, I help him out. He gives me a huge bear hug and moves off to watch Jordi plow ass. I turn to the newcomer. “Do you want to get in?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I could.” I shrug and he turns and moves off to where Seamus is surrounded by men watching him fuck. I fuck another bearish man, who is more than happy to show off to the assembled crowd. And guess who’s back and watching… The bear thanks me and takes off. I turn once more to the shy one. He swallows hard and pushes his shorts down around his ankles. He is in a jock that contrasts beautifully with his deep skin tone. I get him into the sling. His ass is wonderfully round and plump. I spread his cheeks and begin to rim. He gasps, unprepared for how good it feels. I have to make myself stop rimming and fuck—I could stay down there for easily twice as long. He has his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the crowd. My dick pushes against his wet hole. Here he is a total natural, his ass flowers open and takes me to the hilt in one easy move. I fuck him for a very long time. Bearded Hairy Cub comes back to work the man’s nipples as I continue to plow. Finally, he asks for a break. As I get him up, he says “I really loved your tongue. I don’t get that very often.” “You have a great ass to lick—maybe you should get on the rimseat.” I gesture to the set up next to me. But that is too much. He grabs his shorts and quickly disappears into the crowd. “I’d love to be on the chair,” BHC says. “Sure.” As we move to it, the man I started with, who had a load up his butt, comes back. “Can I join?” I tell them I want one on my dick and one on my face. And to switch if they feel like it. The once loaded guy sits on my dick the moment I lie down. He is already riding me enthusiastically as BHC sits down on the seat. He gasps as my tongue goes so deep into him. I can hear him jerking his sizeable dick. I lick and spit and drill into the hairy ass above me. Suddenly, they both stand up. The short man sits on my face, his ass dripping. BHC takes my dick for the first time. “Fuck!” he groans. “That’s a lot of cock…” But he takes it. He is soon riding me as energetically as the other man. I think that the guy on my face has gotten another load since he was last with me. Something sweet and salty is certainly seeping out of him and down my throat. I poke my tongue repeatedly into his puffy ass lips, hoping for more. We break. I fuck BCH for the first time in the sling. I love watching his face as he takes me—going from apprehensive to full out bliss. In the next two hours, he comes back for more regularly… * The way my sling is situated, I can watch the entire room. I have seen Eden fuck a number of men on the picnic table. He’s back there now. A hot Latin looking man puts Eden on his back and fucks him. I have just gotten a bear out of my sling—and I want the contrast of going from big and hirsute to that small, slim man. I go over, as he is putting his leather cap back on. “Would you like to try out my sling?” He would. He jumps up into it. Ankles in stirrups and I am on my knees, feasting on his freshly fucked hole. I hear him groan. He has a hole that keeps me there for a long time. I actually stop lubing myself up and don’t touch my dick as I continue to eat him out. But suddenly that switch goes off in my head. I need to fuck. I need to sink my cock into his ass. I stand. My engorged dick lies on his cock and balls—it looks massive on his slight, slender body. I push in, slowly. Eden flowers open. I sink into him. Pause. And fuck. Slow and rhythmic. He is now pushing himself onto me, to meet each stroke. He moans and babbles a little, lost in lust. It’s a wonderful fuck…but I also know he needs to get back to the others in the crowd. I slow down, pull out and bend to clean up his hole of all his leaking ass jizz with my tongue… * A good-looking man, maybe 20 years younger than I, has been my main meal companion. In conversation, he let me know he has never been in a sling. I had told him every gay man owed it to himself to try it out at least once—on either or both sides of it. And here he is, watching me fuck a big bear. I finish up, help the bear out and turn to my meal companion. “Ready?” He is. He gets in, with more ease than I expect. He likes the roominess of my wider leather sling. He likes the support. How supported his legs feel. He really likes the feeling of my tongue in his spread ass. Soon enough my cock is inching its way into him. His face becomes a mask of pleasure with his eyes open, but I don’t think he is seeing me. He is lost in the heat of cock and ass. I fuck him a little harder—and then slow down to a steady, long dicking. He comes back to reality and grins…totally won over… * I have a momentary lull. I go find Seamus. He is on his knees sucking two great dicks belonging to two full dressed men. I wait and watch. When the guys move on, I ask if he wants a fuck. He does. I have wanted this man back in my sling from the moment we met in the Professor’s bedroom a few years ago. And here he is, deftly getting his own ankles into the stirrups with no help from me. I kneel and feast on his well-used butt. He has been shooting content all day and is now fucking and getting fucked here. I wish I had his energy, I think, as I tongue his now slightly puffy ass lips. He strokes his big cock as I lick and spit into him. I stand and sink into him. I can’t stop smiling as we fuck. He jerks his big dick, but never forgets to milk my cock. I know this is where I want to drop my load. But not yet. There is too much more to do. I slowly stop and tell him to find me later if he wants to sit on the rimseat. I know he’s in demand. He goes off to man the sling across from me… * I have a second or even third time with many of the men I’ve already fucked. The man with the long beard and pale ass from the amateur shoot arrives back, now in full leather and carrying a glass of wine. His ass is just as responsive now as then—and creamier… * It’s getting late. The crowd is dwindling. As I’m helping a man out of the sling, Seamus is at my shoulder. “Hungry?” he asks. I am. We go to the rimseat. His hole is wide open and soon dripping with my spit and his ass jizz. I think I hear him happily sucking someone’s cock as I eat out this hole that has had such a workout this weekend. Suddenly he stands up. He moves to ride me. Not for long. Just few more strokes on my cock, and then he’s back on my face, knowing just what gets me off… * Ray announces that time is dwindling he has drawn the name of the man who will get a bukkake from the porn guys. Well, the guy is no longer here. He draws again. And once more. We have a winner—the short, hairy guy who was my first fuck. They get him into a sling of Ray’s and lower the back, so his head is waist high. The four of them surround his head and stroke and stroke. It’s not going to happen. It’s a lot to ask to make men shoot on cue who have been fucking for 2.5 hours straight. Ray decides all four will fuck him. Jordi, Ray, Eden, Seamus plow him hard. And repeat. Hard and fast. The recipient is loving this. I am roped in as his final fuck. We send him home very happy. But I still need to get off. I grab Seamus. “Want a load?” “Of course.” I get him in my sling. I lick his hole briefly. I taste the hole we both just fucked on his cock before I slide into Seamus. I fuck. For a moment I wonder if I can get off after all this myself, but then, suddenly I am there. The highlights of the night flash by me. I grab the top of the sling frame. I begin to spurt. The roar of my orgasm fills the tent… * I fucked for just over three hours. I realized my small bottle of lube, always in the waistband of my jock, was entirely empty. Now there’s a sign of a Great Night… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 3, 2023 If you need pictures of the pornsters who were there, that is this post: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Picture Bonus (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 5, 2023

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Saturday dawned bright and clear. Which was good, as it was a busy day. The pool was packed with day trippers here for the main event that night. The group of young content creators began filming up by the main party tent—on and around the heavy construction equipment used in the camp renovations. I kept tabs on their fucking as I made various trips to the tent with various pieces of my sling and rimseat. Ray had agreed with me—you can never have too many slings at a sex party. In the late afternoon, up in the dance club space, Ray held a demo about the right way to fuck. I felt fairly confident I knew something about that…but there are always tips to pick up, right? And likely some good eye candy. I expected Eden or Seamus to be the lucky bottom, but I was wrong. Ray had picked a young volunteer from the crowd at the pool. He was likely just 30, tall, and with an innocent looking face. Ray used a sling and talked a good deal about all the things I now find second nature: how to support the bottom as he gets into the sling, opening him slowly with tongue and/or fingers, a slow first penetration, using a variety of speeds and different angles on your thrusts during the fuck and direct eye contact. And then he did it all. Ray is super thick and the young guy was not ready for just how thick he was for about the first 30 seconds. But Ray did just what he’d talked about and slowly filled him up him—giving the guy a wonderful ride in front of about 50 men. At dinner, I volunteered to help set up the party tent with Ray. I had assembled my equipment after the demo, but I knew he had very particular ideas where things should be placed. He had asked the camp folk to hang some plastic dividers, to create some more private areas inside. Nothing was enclosed, but there was now a back nook in which to play not in full view. The picnic table went there. We ended up with six slings as Jordi Massive volunteered his as well. We put me in the corner opposite the back nook, with my sling at a diagonal so I could watch all the other action. The rimseat was to my left with its foam mat for comfort. I went to shower and change. It had been a hot day. The vacant room next to mine, now had someone in it. His door was open as I returned from the shower. He was naked, too, and lying on his bed. He got up as he saw me pass. He was mid 30’s and tall with a bushy beard and very hairy. Everywhere. A true cub. He was horned about play at the event. As I dressed, his cock kept plumping more and more. I knew he wanted to do something right now…but I really wanted to get to the start of the party on time. I told him to look for me there. I simply wore my now well used jock, getting grungier by the minute for my Canadian friend. And then boots and my wrist band. No chaps with the heat. I covered it all with my flight suit to walk up to the tent. I got there right at 8pm, the start time. I slipped off the flight suit and started in. I nodded to Ray’s assistant. He gave me a dirty grin and told me to have fun… There is a crowd outside the tent, but there are only a few of us inside. The porn guys are up at the lodge, due here, anytime. I hang out at my sling. Guys mingle, but seem shy. A short man, likely in his 50’s, with a knowing smile, approaches me. I have seen him around the pool. He is one of the few who has lost his clothes and is in just a jock. “Could I go for a ride in your sling?” “Absolutely.” The sound of the chains rattling acts as a signal to the other men in the tent, who clump around us to watch. I kneel and rim him—he groans. “I love your tongue,” he croons as he does some poppers. I work his hole open. His moans make the men around us start to jerk. I stand up and slap his jock pouch with my drooling dick. “Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd. “Fuck him good.” I slip into his wet hole. He takes me easily. I have one hand on the top bars of the sling frame and the other runs over his very furry chest, playing with his nipples. “Damn...” he moans and does another hit. “You fill a guy up.” I am starting with my usual long strokes—all the way in and almost all the way out. A guy to my side kneels to watch my cock split this guy in two. When he stands up, I realize it is the bearded hairy cub from back at the Annex. He gives me an appreciative nod while stroking his sizeable dick. I build into a blistering fuck of the hairy man in front of me. He groans and his cock slowly erects—peeking out of the side of his jock pouch. His hole is wonderfully silky. Finally, I pull out. A big load of cum, that was deep in his ass, comes with it. It splats on the floor and it make me dive back into his hole with my tongue, probing for more. “Clean my hole up,” the guy groans out. I do. And then I bring my dick up to his mouth for a cleaning by him. Bearded Hairy Cub looks like he wants to fuck. “Do you want his dick in you?” I ask, gesturing to my new friend. “I want anyone who wants me…” BHC steps up and the guy in the sling is treated to another fuck. At first, I keep my dick in the guy’s mouth, but it’s not a good angle for any of us. I go to the side and stroke to BHC’s fuck. When he pulls out, I clean his dick. He loves this, calling me a dirty [banned word]. He pulls me up and we kiss. And then he whispers, “I will be in that sling before the end of the night…” * I am the only full time top here right now. The porn guys are late. I rotate for any willing man to hop into the sling. I do a younger guy, then a man older than me. I turn to the next man in the ‘line’ that has formed to get fucked by me. It is the young man Ray fucked at the demo. “I liked what you said about rimming,” he tells me. (I had offered the observation that I didn’t like fingers much for opening a guy and so I used my tongue longer than many men.) “How it connects you to the guy.” “Let me show you,” I tell him as I get him comfortable in the stirrups. I kneel and pull his full ass cheeks apart even more. His ass lips are slightly puffy, making it even more attractive to me. I dive in. The thought that Ray’s cock has been here recently, make my cock harden even more. He is moaning and my new aide, BHC, is working on his nipples with his mouth. I stand to fuck, leaving his ass dripping with my saliva. I glide in easily—though the young man’s eyes widen as I bottom out. “Fuck, it’s my day for big dick,” he groans. I grin and begin to fuck. Again, BHC goes to his knees to watch me slip into him. Slowly at first, and ever increasing in tempo. Demo Guy is naked. His dick hardens a little more with each stroke. I am obviously hitting the right spots for him. He grabs his cock and begins jerking it. BHC stands up. He goes back to working the nipples. I continue to fuck. Harder now. Demo Guy stops stroking his hard cock. It bounces with each stroke I make. “Aw, fuck…” he groans. And, without touching himself, he begins to shoot. I am literally fucking the cum out of him. He spurts with each thrust of my cock. I lean down and lick up his load. The tall guy with the long beard and the hot, very white ass from the amateur porn shoot, is watching. “Put that cum in my ass!” I wipe up some more of it and smear it on my cock. I drool some from my mouth onto my dick, as well. I do this as Demo Guy is helped out of the sling by BHC and the tall guy gets in. I eat the new ass briefly and stand up. “His cum is on my cock,” I tell the tall guy. I slide into his hole. He groans. Loudly. I can pick up the pace much faster with him. He’s open and wet—and now slippery with another man’s load. “Fuck me hard.” I do. Harder and harder. Tall Guy howls out his pleasure. And it is at that moment the four porn guys enter the tent…and the party really begins… (Part two tomorrow!) The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: Ray's Demo--and the Main Event (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 2, 2023

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Friday was bright and cloudless. I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy. Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal. It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second. Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything. I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post. By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again. This time other content creators joined them. The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation. Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product. It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts: that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel. And all that damn editing… Ray’s assistant found me afterwards. He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot. Well, of course I would be happy to do that. It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge. I went down to the pool area early. I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID. It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. It looked like about a dozen of us were there. Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating. Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator. There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot. MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck. Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon. The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off. Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands. Total bottoms—there were two of those, too. Everyone else was versatile. We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table. We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots… “Let me eat your ass.” I touch Seamus’ arm. He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table. I pull apart his very white ass cheeks. Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole. He groans as I lick and spit. I am hard. I really want to be back inside him. I stand up. My cock slaps his cheek. The camera is right there as I slide into him. Seamus murmurs something. I hold a second, then begin my first fuck. I know I can’t keep him long. Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass. My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard. He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white. I kneel and eat him out. He groans and begins begging for my dick. The table is the central location. No one is in the slings—at least yet. The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked. My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray. He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole. I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them. Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him. Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms. I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes. His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard. I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me… * The tops circle the table. We fuck for a bit and we change to another man. I have to wait a moment to get into Dane. Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there. Finally, his ass is free. I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks. He is super wet—a great natural luber. I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it. I enter him slower. He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily. I bottom out. His ass incredibly hot—literally. And wet. Is he loaded? I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him. I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper… * I have been in everyone who is bottoming. Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there. Or the total top. Or in Mason. Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use. And Ray is there right now. Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth. And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass. A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment. The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole. I go back to fucking full force. I am back up Long Beard. And he is really working for my load. This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it. But that’s still a short time to get me to cum. I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot. Ray pull’s out of Mason. He calls the end of the shoot. Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together… * I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom. But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2023 With the many posts about this weekend, I will try to post one every 24 hours.

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend. Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship. (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.) Pornster Ray Dalton’s brain child comes in two forms. The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a four-hour sex party with a group of porn workers who play with the crowd. I had been to their Chicago offering last IML—and that had convinced me to go to the weekend. Fornication Weekend has the big sex party, but, over the other days, there are smaller gatherings and seminars. Last year the focus was on men’s health and wellness. This year it was all about helping content creators. Now, I am not a porn content creator—at least not a video one. But I did like the idea of being around to lend, um, a helping hand (or other body parts) if content was being created. The location had shifted to Timberfell Lodge, a great gay campground I had visited years and years before. I got online and found I could still get a room—my tent and sleeping bag could stay in the basement! I booked the weekend. I split the drive into two days. It was suggested to arrive on Wednesday. There was nothing specific happening that day, but I liked the idea of arriving early to scope out the venue and relax from the drive down. I got an early start on Tuesday and stopped once I crossed the border into Kentucky. The next day I wound through the mountains and eventually got to Timberfell. It was raining. I finally found the office and got the key to my room in the Annex. (The true lodge was saved for content creators.) Now it was pouring down torrents of rain. I stayed in my car until it finally let up enough for me to unpack. Intermittent showers kept me in the room most of the day—and the place seemed fairly deserted. I read and wrote. Thursday morning breakfast was brought to me. Once I finished my eggs and biscuits, I went out to explore the area in the welcome sunshine. There were trailer sites that were owned by the longtime residents, cottages for rent, another building of rented rooms like mine and spaces for tent camping. The pool was down by the office. A bar and dance floor was in another building, up the hill from where I was staying. There was also a playroom there under the bar (with sling, fuck bench, porn and glory holes) that I didn’t find until Friday. The main lodge was a hike up the hill on the other side of the pool and I did not go up it until our meals started to be served there the next day. By the afternoon I was at the pool. And the porn guys were busy filming, this time just for our entertainment. POSTER The porn guys starting at the top and going clockwise: Jay Lucas, flexing his muscles, was not present. (Seamus replaced him.) Jordi Massive is the man with his arms crossed. Next around is Ray Dalton, our host. Eden Daniels was new to me—but fun, as you will see. And finally, Seamus O’Reilly, a ginger and a sexual dynamo. (Longtime readers will remember an encounter I had with Seamus when the Professor invited both of us to his house.) I decided to sit to the side of the action, in the shade of a large umbrella, to watch the guys play. Ray was not there yet, but Jordi and Seamus took turns fucking Eden in the sling. Then Seamus took a turn bottoming for Jordi. Ray arrived and fucked Seamus—as did Eden, now hard and suddenly versatile. Lawn chairs were called into service so the tops could be ridden. All was filmed by Ray’s assistant. Mostly from the side, to ensure the spectators were not in the shot. It will likely appear on Jordi’s and/or Ray’s Twitter and porn sites. I found it mildly arousing. But I was the more jaded of the men there—I’ve been around it so much more. The group of sunbathers across the pool, absolutely loved it and had never seen anything like it at the campground before. I was hoping to connect with another camper for my evening’s entertainment, and while I chatted to a number of them, everyone seemed to disappear as the sun set. Instead of sex, I had my dinner, roamed around the now dead campground a bit, and went back to read my book. The sex would have to wait for Friday—and the next installment. Here is the original post with links to the event: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 28, 2023 There is also a link on the original post to the first time I fucked pornster Seamus O;Reilly.

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