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  1. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
     
    I was back in my tent for Saturday night.  I wanted to sleep in after the late night of sex and exercise, but the sun woke me way too early.  I had coffee at the pool, breakfast at my campsite and read a book by the pond.  I think I napped before going to the pool café for lunch. 
    David appeared—just as I was chewing my first mouthful of food.   He was leaving this afternoon, before the last of the smaller play sessions that night.  “Think we can squeeze in one more fuck?” he murmured in my ear.
    I told him I’d be happy to, if he had the time.  But where?  It certainly couldn’t be in my tent.  He thought his cottage—and went off to pack and ask the others, promising to find me here at the pool around 3:00pm.
    True to his word, he arrived just as I was finding a chair to wait for him.  A slight change of plan he told me—how about the sling at the camp play area?  I thought that sounded great.  And could he invite another Daddy?  Of course.  I walked down to the cabin as he went off to find the other man.
     
    No one is here.  The porn is playing.  I adjust the sling so I don’t have to do deep knee bends to fuck.  I wait another moment.  And then I hear them come in.  I recognize Larry from the seminars, though I don’t remember him from any of the play sessions.  He is tall, with a shaved head and tats, very tan and right around my age.  David strips. I get rid of my shorts and shirt.  Larry has arrived in just a jock and keeps it on.  I tuck my lube in the waistband of my jock.
    David is already in the sling.  That beautiful ass, inviting me in.  I kneel and rim him for a long time.  Larry is in David’s mouth—semi hard.
    I stand up and fuck.  David is squeezing me hard—really milking my cock from the first moment I enter him.  I fuck.  Watching me open David up gets Larry hard the rest of the way.  I offer him a turn.  He starts to fuck, but his cock wilts.
    “I’d really rather be fucked by you,” he tells me.
    I look at David.  Ever the gentleman, David gives him the sling.  I fuck him first, while David offers his ever-hard dick for him to suck.  David does a short fuck round on him, too.  But laying in the sling has activated Larry’s acid reflux.  He needs to leave us to play by ourselves.
    “Now where were we…” David grins, as he gets back in the sling.
    “Right here,” I murmur, as my tongue sinks back into him.
    “Use me hard.  Make me feel it when I sit on the plane.”
    I stand up and fuck.
    He tells me how much he loves my dick in him.
    I nod and slow the fuck down. 
    “Harder, man.  Use me.”
    I ramp it up.  I am slamming into him.  I see his face go from connected to me—to that place where it is all about the physical feeling of the fuck.
    I slow again.  I stop.  I kneel and lick his wet ass.
    He is now back with me.  Egging me on.  Saying some hot and vile things about my cock.  And his hole.   About breeding his ass.  And cum.  My cum.  How he wants it.  “Give it to me for the trip home.”
    I know we don’t have much time.  The car taking him to take him to the airport has to leave soon.   I stand up and slide into him for the last time.  I fuck him, building slowly to a blisteringly fast fuck.  David groans.
    In moments I am shooting the load he craves.  I hold onto the chains as my body spasms.  Then, with cock still in place, we are chest to chest.  He holds me.  And we kiss…
    *
    We don’t clean up.  But we do take these two pictures.
    **
    I go back to the pool, tired but very happy.
    David flies home—my cum in his ass, just as he wanted.
    The original is here, along with the selfies of David Benjamin and myself:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Sunday: A Goodbye David Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 1, 2022,
  2. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
     
    (This picks up right where the last post left us…)
     
    David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck.
    As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.
    His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.
    The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.
    I stop.
    “I want you on my rimseat.”
    “Hell, yes…”
    I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole.  I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue.  I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth.  I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. 
    Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth.  His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat.  I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out.
    I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot.
    “You gotta feel this,” says David. 
    He stands up.  RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth.  His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light.  One hot ass is replaced with another.  I have to work much harder to open up RC.  He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight.  RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue.  Someone knocks my hand away from my dick.  I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me.  Is it David?  You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure.  Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. 
    RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat.  I work my tongue harder.
    “That is so hot,” says a voice watching us.
    “You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.”
    I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs.  He starts to suck me.  I am in sensory overload.  I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know.  I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting.
    Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me.  I need to stop before my jaw gets sore.  Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. 
    I hug RC.  I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day.  The sling there was so low.  Could I get you in mine?”
    “Sure!”
    I help him into the stirrups.  I kneel for a quick rim.  I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock.  After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick.   A slow entry.  I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass.
    “Yeah…” he moans.
    I bottom out and hold it in place.  I pull out and start a slow thrust.  We lock eyes.  He strokes himself occasionally.  I build the thrust speed.  The sling frame groans.
    I slow down. 
    I build again to a chain rattling fuck.
    I eat him out one more time.  He is now quite wet.  I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning.  Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet.
    I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out.  I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips.   He is taking my entire length on each stroke.
    I slow.  I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass.
    I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…”
    The midnight buffet can wait.  Instead, I eat his hole again.  I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him.  My tongue pokes it deep.  I tell him what I’ve done.  He groans.
    I stand up and keep on fucking…
    *
    There are still a few stragglers left.  A hairy cub finds me.  He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat.  I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting.  He shoots all over himself as I fuck.  He goes out for the food very happy. 
    In the far sling there is tall man fucking.  The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot.  I go over.  It’s David about to get the load.  The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside.  David tells him to fill him up.  I stand and watch.  Stroking.  The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass.  He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum.
    “Fuck me.  Use that cum for lube.”
    I stand up.  I insert.  Fuck!  His hole is awash.  I begin a slow churn of the loads.
    A young guy taps me on the shoulder.  “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?”
    I step aside.  He pushes into David and cums almost immediately.  He is happy to let me clean his cock.  I share it with David in a wet kiss. 
    “It’s my turn,” I tell him.
    I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter.  I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left.
    I am there.  I shoot.  It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off.
    “Don’t pull out.”
    I have no intentions to go anywhere.  I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock.  He is instantly back to full erection.  He looks up at me.  We lock eyes.  Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again…
     
    Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew.
     
    The original, and with pics of the porn guys, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 30, 2022
     
     
     
     
     
  3. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
    It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event.  I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party.  I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar.  Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar.  Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side.  Mine was against the stage at the back.  We kept the cubes against the stage as well, handy to lean against to take cock.  The rimseat was off to the side.  I knew I wouldn’t use it until closer to the end of the evening.
    There had been a steady influx of men who were coming to the party tonight.  The ticket acted as a day pass, so they could enjoy the pool, have dinner at the café, etc before it started at 9pm.  I donned my boots and jock and wrist band at my tent.  I didn’t bother with shorts and shirt to the short walk up to the clubhouse…
     
    The sexual energy in the room is palpable.  Men are gathering—and it’s not quite start time.  I lean against a cube and drink from my water bottle.  The porn guys arrive—jocked and booted.  They move back into the space.  I can’t take my eyes off the man who has the cabin across from my tent.  He is mid-30’s. Asian and nicely worked out without going overboard.  We have flirted all day.  He has sat on his veranda jerking to porn on his phone.  Now I see his ass—it is perfectly shaped.  He sees my dick, jutting to the side of the jock pouch.  He wanders over.  We actually introduce ourselves, (Ethan) before my tongue is deep in his ass as he leans against one of the cubes. 
    Ethan groans.  “Fuck me with your tongue…”
    I do.  Over and over.
    Ethan notices that one of Ray’s slings are open, as mine is full.  He leads me over and hops in.  He gets his ankles in the stirrups before I can help him.  “Now eat my ass again.”
    I go to my knees.  He is opening easily.  He squeezes down on my tongue—milking it as if it were my cock.  I stand up, spit once more on my cock and slide in.  No inching.  Just a wonderfully steady glide home. 
    Ethan’s eyes roll up and then come back to focus right on me.  “Fuck, that’s a nice cock.  Fuck me hard.”
     He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I begin fucking him.  There are other men’s hands all over his chest and playing with his semi-hard uncut cock.  I fuck into him, grinding my pubes against his smooth butt cheeks.  Suddenly I pull out, kneel and go back to rimming his rather hairy ass crack.  He is making ass jizz like crazy.  I slurp it up.  Ethan moans.  I stand, spit some of his juices onto my cock and plow back into him…
    *
    The large man with the talented ass finds me.  My sling is available.  He loves how comfortable my wider sling is compared to others.  We have a good ‘get re-acquainted’ fuck.  He asks me to bring my ass flavored cock to the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me.  I oblige.  Repeatedly.
    When we take a break, Antonio, the hot Latin who was my first fuck of the weekend, wants to try my sling.  He has been hanging out with some other Latin men most of the weekend and they crowd around to see my cock in action—the cock he’s obviously told them about.  I eat his hole.  It is open and wet—his ass lips slightly puffy, even this early in the night.  He does love cock.  I eat him out, enjoying his wetness.
    “You want my dick?” I ask, as I stand up.
    He just grins at the stupid question.  I slide in and fuck.  His friends work his nipples.   A big bear of a man also steps up to watch and stroke.  I nod to him.  He seems to want in.
    “Do you want his cock, too?”
    Antonio nods, with an affirmative grunt.  I step aside and the Bear, with a thick dick, slides in.
    “Damn, he’s wet,” grunts the Bear.  He fucks Antonio harder.  I kneel and watch his cock fuck into Antonio’s hot ass.  The Bear pulls out.  I lick him clean.  He’s surprised—but pleased.  It makes him fuck Antonio for a few more minutes.
    He pulls out again.  “Lick my dick clean.”  I do, stand up and fuck Antonio with my now, even harder, cock…
    *
    Reuben Foxx comes over while I am leaning against a cube, surveying the party in progress.  Ray is in full top mode, working one of his slings.  Dallas is at the other.  David and RC seem to be working a man over in tandem as the guy leans against a cube.
    “Would you like to try my sling?”
    Reuben nods.  In moments, I am kneeling and eating his ass, as he sighs.  I stand up.  I get into him a little easier this time—with my sling being higher.  It’s a fun fuck.  I love watching his face as he takes my dick. 
    Reuben needs to go play with others.  I lick his hole one more time before I help him out…
    *
    “I loved getting your piss.”  It’s a hairy bear from Atlanta. 
    I agree that that party, though short, was hot.  My sling is busy now, so I suggest he lean against a block.  I eat his really hairy hole.  He groans and does poppers—which allows my tongue to sink even deeper into him.
    “Eat my sloppy mancunt.”
    Just as he says it, I get a huge dollop of some man’s cum on my tongue.  I groan.  When he realizes I love it, he squeezes and gives me some more.  I lick it up and stand.  My cock finds it’s way through the mass of fur and fucks into his hole.
    “Shit, you’re big—the perfect size,” he croons. 
    I fuck him hard.  I want to churn what is left of the load inside him.
    “Deep,” he mumbles.  “You are pushing his cum so deep…”
    I fuck harder—then pull out.  I am rewarded by stray cum clinging to all that hair.  I clean him up with my tongue and tell him to find me if he takes another load…
    *
    David emerges from the group of men.  “Wanna fuck me?”
    I just laugh.  And kiss him.  He starts to lean against the cube, but I redirect him to my sling.  I really want that ass to have been in there.  I get him into the stirrups and kneel.  His ass is damp.  His hole is wet.  But it’s all lube and ass jizz.  My tongue knows the difference.  I spit into him.
    “Now, fuck me,” he commands as I stand up.
    I sink into him.  He feels great.  I inch in—not because I have to, but I want him to beg me with those eyes of his.  And he does.  Only breaking our gaze as I bottom out deep inside him.  I begin a slow pump.  In and out.  David grabs his cock and strokes along with me.
    As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.
    His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.
    The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.
    I stop.
    “I want you on my rimseat.”
    “Hell, yes…”
    I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole…
     
    (I will continue this next post….)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 29, 2022
  4. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
     
    The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power.  I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night.  I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on.  Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship.  He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around.  We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend.
    I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important.  I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area.  I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads.  Some time later a car arrived with two men.  One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post.  The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man.  He was maybe 5’9” and trim.  He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off.  Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals.  He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.)  He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin.  And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt.  He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place.  He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals.  I learned on Friday night he was a top.  Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass.
    Back to Saturday.  We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field.  I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party.  We had a great outdoor space for it.  There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads.  We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space…
     
    I am first to get there.  Naturally.  I keep chugging on my water.  It’s hot out.  And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss.  Other men slowly begin arriving.  A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here.  I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off.  He loves this—and does the same to me.  As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now.  Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching.
    Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling.  We are all having issues with the heat and production.
    “You guys look too dry!”  It is Miles.  He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck.  He stands above us and begins to piss.  He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass.
    David and Ray arrive.  Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry.  He coats us, too.  I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss.  I am there to lick some off.  Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode.  I find I have more in my bladder than I thought.  I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me.  I piss soak his ass.  There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets.  I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss.  David moans.  I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim.  He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on.  I stand up.  “You want my cock?”  David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick.  I fuck him.  Not for long.  Just to get some of my piss up his ass.
    “Let me clean that cock.”  It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me.  He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss.  Other men are in twos and threes.  Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking.
    Miles is in the corner of the deck.  I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock.  I go back up his ass.  Myles grins at me.  I slide back into David’s ass.  I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke.  “You want his ass?” I ask Miles.
    He nods.  David turns.  Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass.  Miles fucks him much harder.  I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again.
    The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up.  When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us.  He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us.
    I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more.  Miles leaves, as do most of the others.  No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight.  David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss.  We shower together—and head to the pool…
     
    The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes.  We took a little longer, but not much…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 27, 2022
  5. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia — June, 2022 
     
    After the afternoon party in the small play space, I went to the cabin of the couple who had invited me to dinner after the morning workshop.  We had a relaxing time (and a great meal.)  It was good to be in a cabin and not my tent.  All three of us mentioned that we wanted to attend the evening workshop.  My hosts weren’t too sure about the dance party, but I told them what Ray had said about sex on the fringes.  We cleaned up a little and went to hear Ray and RC lead the discussion on Sex:  Confidence vs Experience.   
    Afterward I helped the guys move our chairs out of the way to create space for the dance.  There were several three-foot-high cubes around.  Ray wanted one in the middle of the room.  Another was near a low stage that never got used all weekend.  There was also a sling set up in the corner near the light controls.  The rest of the room was the camp bar and lounge. 
    The porn guys arrived at 9 o’clock.  They met with Ray for instructions as I refilled my water bottle.  Dance music filled the space.  David hopped up on the center cube to be the first go-go boy. 
    Soon the room was filled with 40 to 50 guys.  And no one wanted to dance.  They wanted sex.  And they got it… 
     
    We are milling.  One of the men from the afternoon session finds me.  He is a greying bear.  “I saw you fucking earlier.  Would you?”  
    I nod.  We go to the box near the stage.  It is a great height for him to lean on it and present his extremely hairy ass to me.   I kneel and rim him out.  He’s pre-lubed with something that thankfully doesn’t have much taste.  I spit it back into him—-and then fuck it into him.  He gasps but takes it.  When I step up the speed of my thrusts, he asks for a break. 
    A large man, from the next campsite is right there to clean my dick.  He makes the sexiest grunts as he does so.  “Me, too?” he asks, standing up and presenting me his ass.  I kneel and pull his ample cheeks apart.  My tongue connects.  He lets out a groan that attracts some guys to watch.  I stand up and fuck.  He takes me easily and completely.  I finally have to stop to catch my breath.    
    David can’t do much dancing.  Every man there wants a turn to suck his cock.  And they get it.  I go over.  He grins down at me, shaking his dick at me, once it’s free.  “But I want your ass,” I tell him.  He turns and bends a little.  My tongue finds his hole.  I eat him out for the group watching us. 
    David motions Dallas to come dance.  David jumps off the cube and leads me to the other cube I’ve been using to fuck.  I eat him a little more, then sink into hot ass.  His body is so hard, anywhere I touch him.  He groans and is very verbal about how I make him feel.  He finally pulls off me, kisses me and tells me he needs to mingle—but he wants more later… 
    * 
    I glance around the room.  All the porn guys are busy playing with the campers.  From behind me, Dallas taps me on the shoulder.  He has been busy fucking a lot of men.  “It’s my turn now,” he tells me.  We use the same cube, with him bent over.  I lick his pucker.  To my knowledge he has not bottomed yet this weekend.  I get him good and wet with lube and spit.  I slide in.  He feels great, but he’s not relaxed.  We fuck a bit before he decides we need the sling.  It’s empty—so he hops in.  On his back makes all the difference.  He relaxes.  His hole flowers open and I fuck this tall muscle man relentlessly… 
    * 
    I fuck David, briefly, in the sling.  I can’t stop looking into his face—every expression is all about how my cock is making him feel.  I finally pull out to let others have a chance.  
    I wander some more. 
    The large guy finds me for round two.  He’s a great fuck.  He’s also been busy.  His hole is super wet.  And likely a load.  I spend a long time eating him out before I decide to fuck. 
    A really short young man is watching.  “Just like that,” he says, pointing to the place the large guy just left, “That’s what I want.”
    “Use him good,” says his boyfriend.  I lean him against the back cube and fuck him.  His boyfriend scrambles up on cube, kneels and feeds the guy I’m fucking his cock.  It’s a hot moment, the sound of my fucking and the wet sound of the blowjob.  I keep fucking until his BF shoots… 
    * 
    “I wanted this when we played yesterday,” whispers Reuben in my ear.  We also start at the cube and quickly go to the sling.  Reuben is a challenge to get into for me, but a wonderful fuck.  I can’t stop looking at his expressive face as I plow into him.  Antonio, my first fuck of the weekend, finds me plowing Reuben.  He works the man’s nipples as I go back and forth rimming and fucking him.  When Reuben gets out, Antonio jumps in the sling.  His hole has been quite busy tonight.  He’s the wettest hole so far tonight.  I spend a long time licking and likely felching his ass.  When my cock sinks into him, I am sure he is loaded… 
    * 
    It is towards ending time. The two and a half hours have flown by. I look for RC.  He has been topping all night, at least any time I have seen him.  He is doing someone now in the sling with a small group of stroking men.  I wander over.  It’s David.  RC stops fucking and lets someone else into David whenever they indicate they’d like a turn.  I arrive as RC pulls out, and a cute guy goes from jacking his cock to fucking David.  It takes no time for him to breed.  RC starts to fuck him again before he sees me.  “You need to fuck it deeper.”   RC pulls out.  I clean his dick, spit it on David’s used hole and push my cock into him.  I fuck him hard.
    Then I step back for another older man to drop a load.  RC fucks in the fresh jizz first and then indicates I should. 
    A loud roll of thunder fills the room.  The lights flicker but stay on.  I keep fucking.  “You want me to shoot,” I ask David.  “You want my cum?”  He nods.  And says something I can’t hear as the thunder rolls again. 
    I fuck him harder. 
    A third clap of thunder—and I explode inside David…
     
    The original, with pics of the porn guys, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Dance Party Becomes a Sex Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 26, 2022
  6. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
    After the welcoming sex fest, the rest of my Thursday night was spent at the first of Ray’s talks/discussions on men’s sexuality and wellness.  I am not going to detail those here.  I found them thoughtful, helpful and reaffirming of how I approach sex and love at this time in my life.  I love just how inclusive he is in welcoming men and making them feel good about themselves.
    But you didn’t come to this blog for that.  You want to know other things…
    Friday, temperature-wise, was not quite as hot, but it hovered around 95 from noon onwards.     I had breakfast and then took my tea to sit by the pool and write.  It was a lazy morning.  We had our second discussion  after lunch.  We did some intimacy exercises that helped connect us as a group.  (It worked—I got a dinner invitation out of it.)
    The other porn guys were due to arrive today.  It was a trek in from either the Savannah or Atlanta airport.  Ryan Carter (RC as he prefers), Dallas Steele and David Benjamin arrived sometime while we were in the class. 
    There was an afternoon gathering in the same play space.  I was particularly intrigued to see David again.  He had performed at a CLAW play party in, I think, 2015.  The performers were just that—they were having sex for us, not playing with us.  But not David.  When the performance ended, he grabbed me and another big dicked guy and led us up to the sling on the stage.  We fucked David until he shot all over himself.  (I’ll look for the post—I certainly wrote it up, back then.)
    I arrived at the playspace a little before the 4pm start time.  Other guys were waiting, some stroking to the porn.  I lost my shorts and shirt and stowed them under the bench...
     
    Alberto is here—in flip flops and a colored jock.  We smile at each other.  I go behind him and begin munching on his hairy ass crack.  He sighs—and bends, giving me better access.  I am happy to see that he is sucking someone’s cock as I eat him out.
    Ray comes in.  “They’re here, guys.  RC, Dallas and David.”    Suddenly big muscles are everywhere.  The four of them invade the space.  Each man is in boots and jock.  Ray has someone sucking his thick cock instantly—as does Dallas.  RC goes to his knees and begins sucking an older man who is sitting in the pews.  David makes a bee-line for me—his face lighting up.  Does he really remember?  We hug.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He fingers Alberto’s hole.  I get David wet enough so he can fuck Alberto.  He does so, while I am in Alberto’s mouth.  I clean David’s cock before I fuck Alberto, too.  David moves to play with others.
    I find RC, on his knees between the pews, taking turns sucking cock.  He is happy to include my dick, too.  He moves from one to the next and the next and now back again.  He is stroking himself as he does it.  Alberto has found Dallas who is sitting in a dark corner.  Dallas doesn’t need to move—everyone comes by to sample his cock orally. Alberto sucks him—and then sits on his cock.  I hear Alberto groan just as RC’s mouth comes back to my dick.  He sucks with a true passion for cock.  Finally he needs to get off his knees and I help him up.
    “You are going to have to fuck me with that thing,” he tells me.
    I promise that I will.
    For now, I go to my knees and suck him.  I love the slight curve.  He grabs the sides of my head and fucks my face…
    *
    Ray has taken off.   He has so much to do this weekend, it’s hardly surprising. The other guys are in no hurry.  I find David again.  He is topping some, but mostly keeping it oral.  My hand goes to his ass.  He grins, but tells me he had no time to clean with his plane being delayed.  I still rim him a little.  He pulls me into a kiss afterward—before sinking to his knees to suck me yet again.
    I hear chains rattle.  David looks up me.  “RC has found the sling,” he grins.  We both go into the sling room.  RC is taking cock—and beating his own.  A big bear is pounding RC. 
    “You need this one next,” David tells RC.
    RC nods.  When the bear needs a breather I step into place.  I go to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole.  He is incredibly wet—though I am sure the bear did not cum.  I lick and spit and lube my cock as I tongue him.  I stand up.
    “Go easy,” murmurs RC.  David finds RC’s nipples as he watches me push into RC’s hole.  “Damn,” RC groans.  I pause, looking at the handsome tatted man my cock is filling.  He gives me a nod and I begin the fuck.  The sling is too low for tall old me.  I am doing deep knee bends in order to line up properly.  I won’t be able to sustain it for too long.  I concentrate on his ass.  It is certainly a talented hole—not only super wet but tight when he wants it to be and looser at his discretion.
    I pause in the fuck to give my legs a rest and go back to eating him out.  When I stand back up, David has gone.  There are quite a few other men watching and stroking.  I offer to step aside.
    “Fuck him again,” says an older guy stroking his uncut cock to the scene.
    I am happy to go back in, legs be damned.  I fuck with long, slow strokes.  I build up the tempo, but my legs are soon screaming at me.
    I pull out.
    The bear fucks him again.
    I clean the bear’s cock when he’s done and spit it on RC’s pucker.  I poke the spit deep inside him.
    Men are drifting away to dinner.  I help RC out of the sling.  I feel a large hand on my shoulder.
    “You need to fuck me with that sometime this weekend,” Dallas tells me. 
    I promise I will.  The guys go to clean up for the next event. 
    I suck two of the on lookers.
    One of them returns the favor.
    But dinner is calling. 
    I find Ray in the cafe.  He waves me over and asks if I’m having fun.  I assure him I am.  He wonders if I will be at the dance party tonight.  I tell him it’s not really my thing, but I will look in.  He assures me sex will be happening in the corners.  “And that is your thing…” he smiles.  Then he looks sheepish and asks my first name again.  I tell him, and remind him of the Professor connection we share.  He wells up and holds me in a terrifically tight hug.  We sit down again and trade stories about our late mutual friend.
    And he called me by first name the rest of the weekend…
     
    The original, with pics of the porn guys, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--Friday Afternoon: 'Meeting' the Guys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 22, 2023
    On that same page is a link to my first meeting (and fucking) David Benjamin at CLAW.
  7. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
    Sometime after IML, where I talked with Ray Dalton about it, I decided I wanted to go to his Fornication Men’s Wellness Retreat in Georgia.  The sensible side of me told myself that it was too far away.  “Georgia.  And Southern Georgia, no less.  Gas prices are high.  Are you stupid…?” On and on that sensible voice droned away as I tried to fall asleep.  But my more adventurous side whispered:  “Think what hot blog posts you could get out of it…”
    Guess which side won.
    It was a long way.  I don’t like to do more than six hours in a car in a day, so I broke it down to three days of driving with two overnights.  I wanted to arrive ready to go, not totally exhausted.  On the way down I stopped at Lexington, KY and then Spartanburg, SC.  I love taking some back roads into the camp—which is in the middle of nowhere.  (So much so Google maps couldn’t tell me how to find it, at least not correctly!)
    The drive in was hot.  It hit 100 degrees on my arrival day.  I finally found it and was given a tour of the camp by a cute Latin manning the front desk.  There were many cabins, trailers full of seasonal regulars, a pool, a clubhouse with a cafe attached and, he shyly told me, a playhouse set up with ‘things,’  I was tenting and the first of the men to arrive in that area.  I set up quickly.  I took a walking tour.  I basically recovered the same ground as my tour by golf cart, but it felt really good to stretch my legs.
    Thursday was sort of the unofficial kick-off to the weekend.  Many men were not there yet, including three of the porn guys, but there was a small play party scheduled for the early evening and a talk/discussion with Ray, later that night.  I read a book at my campsite, napped a little and saw/heard a flurry of activity at the clubhouse as Ray arrived.  Slings were unpacked.  Cases of water.  And crate after crate—his vehicle was truly loaded.  Ray remembered me from Chicago—by sight if not by name—hardly surprising with the number of men he meets.
    I had dinner at the café by the pool.  I was given a schedule.  The theme of tonight’s get together was ‘JO Party’ hosted by Reuben Foxx down in the playhouse.  Later Ray would be talking about Sex and Intimacy in the Clubhouse.  I went back to the tent and donned my boots and jock, then added my walking shorts over them for the trek there.  I grabbed my lube and set off…
     
    I like the layout of the cabin—which is the campsite’s play space.  There is big screen porn with a few old pews as benches. To the left is a room with a fuckbench and a gloryhole booth, to the right there is a room with a sling.  I am not the first person to arrive.  Reuben is sitting there naked but for a jock and boots with one other man.  This guy is around my age, and is still dressed.  There is a huge pump bottle of lube—one that I will keep seeing, slowly diminishing, all weekend.
    Rueben is a newcomer to porn, making his debut at Ray’s encouragement.  He is friendly and warm.  He strokes as I lose the shorts and shirt under a bench against the wall, and not in front of the screen where he is sitting.  My disrobing causes the other man to grope his dick.  I sit next to the clothed man and stroke.
    Are we really going to just JO?  Nope.  My neighbor on the bench, who is good looking in a scholarly way, is reaching for my cock.  He strokes me—and is soon giving me head.
    “Suck that big dick,” says Reuben.
    The guy goes to his knees.  He is great.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  As he switches up to just licking the head, five or six more men arrive.  They strip or open zippers.  One sucks Reuben.  A young Latin stands to the back in just a jock.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick. 
    My sucker does my balls, too, leaving lots of spit that dries fast in the heat.  I reach down to feel his dick under his shorts, but he bats my hand away.  He gives my cock one last deep throat and tells me to go play with others.
    I walk over to the Latin.  He feels my wet cock with his right hand.  His left guides my free hand to his ass.  No mistake there.  He jerks me as I finger his butthole.  The Latin squirms.  (The next day I learn his name is Alberto, but will use it now—even while we are still anonymous.)  I move behind him, my back to the wall.  I do down on in a deep knee bend and lick my first hole of the weekend.  He groans and grinds back against me.  He is very furry all over and his ass crack is a forest of black hair.  I eat and spit.  Loudly.  Right in Reuben’s line of vision—as he gets his cock serviced.
    More men are here now.  There is a little JO—but we are sucking or getting sucked—keeping it all oral.  I change that by standing up and working the head of my cock into Alberto.  He gasps and pushes back.  He doesn’t wait for me to inch in—he wants it now.  Alberto’s hole grinds into my pubes.  I hold a moment and begin the first fuck of the weekend.  He stands straight up at first, then slightly bent.  It makes for smaller strokes—but it’s a great warm up. 
    I plow him harder now.  Two guys are watching and stroking to us.  The fuck excites them enough to turn from us and give each other head.  I pull out.  Alberto spins around and cleans my cock up.  I eat his hole again, pushing him down, making him hold on to a back of the bench.
    Reuben stands up.  I nod to him—hoping he’ll spit roast Alberto with me.  But Alberto seems to be all about his hole at the moment—for I am eating  him out, really enjoying his ass jizz.  I stand up and fuck him again.  I fuck him with long strokes.  The sound of our coupling fills the small cabin.
    Alberto pulls off me, cleans me up and excuses himself.
    “Let me taste that dick,” says a guy to the back of me.  I turn and let him clean up any ass juices that Antonio missed.  This guy is a big bear, with a big long beard.  He pulls off me.  “Tomorrow you can do that to me.”  I make a mental note.
    We have been here for maybe 45 minutes—the time allotted on the schedule.  Guys have filtered away fast.  The only men left  is a couple trading blow jobs right by the screen and Rueben and me.  I go over to him and kneel.  I start with his balls.  They are dry—with all the guys sucking his dick tonight, did no one lick them?  He sighs as my tongue connects.  And strokes my head.  I move up his shaft and suck his cock fully into my mouth and down my throat.  He sighs.  Content.
    The guys in front of us leave.  (It’s an open bar, after all, up at the Clubhouse.)  I pull off Rueben and do his balls one more time.  My tongue flicks over his taint—but I know that’s for another day.
    Short and sweet.  No one trying to get off.
    Very much a Welcome to Fornication.
     
    The original, with pictures of the porn guys, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--Thursday: A JO Party Kicks It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 20, 2022
  8. FelchingPisser

    FP, the Cocksucker

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2022
     
    Just a few days after Dave’s loading, I was expecting a visit from a man who had been talking to me electronically for a couple of years.  He had finally decided to fulfill his desires and do some of the things he had only dreamed of doing.  I was on board to help him with that.  As luck would have it, he had a Covid exposure the day before he was to come.  He asked for a rain check which I was happy to give him.  But it left me horned and in need…so of course I went to the bookstore nearest me to find some fun…
     
    It looks like a busy afternoon, judging by the cars in the parking lot.  I go in, pay and start in the straight theatre.  Half a dozen men are watching some particularly edgy porn.  I sit by the wall and stroke.  Other men now feel free to unzip.  A larger Latin man, just a little younger than I, is against the opposite wall.  I recognize him as a regular, but one who has never played with me.  He is now stroking his short dick.  He looks at me just as I am looking at him.
    That glance.  He turns, embarrassed.  He knows I suck cock—he’s watched me do it enough times.  He turns to me again.  I nod to him.  He looks away.  And then back.  He tentatively stands up.  I nod again and he moves to me.  He stands to my side and I take his dick into my mouth.  He sighs.  And shoots a huge load before I can even begin much of anything.  He sheepishly pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves.  I think about saving his load to start a new devil’s dick, but realize I have no condom to spit it into, so I just swallow.
    The fact that he blatantly used my mouth has encouraged another couple to play.  A man in the cocksucker’s chair is now giving head to a much older man.  A hot guy, who looks like the man you hope will be installing your internet, is standing opposite me.  He has his dick out and it’s a beautiful shade of angry red.  I nod to him.  His reaction is to unload all over the floor.  Such a waste as the load is massive…
    *
    I go to the gay side.  No one is there.  I go back.  The cocksucker’s seat is empty, so I take it.  It’s not as busy now, but the porn is still particularly hot.  The mixed race man I have played with in two different porn joints arrives, as handsome as ever.  He’s glad to see me and sits next to me.  His dick comes out.  He is almost that exact size and shape as me—just in another skin tone and every bit as hard.  He laughs and murmurs “Salt and pepper” into my ear, before leaning over and starting to suck me.  He is good.  All tongue and lips with nary a nick.  He hates the bend from the seat, so he moves to the floor.  Now he can take more of my shaft.  He does, groaning out his pleasure.
    We reverse, me on my knees from the start.  I have to really oval big to get him all. 
    “Lick my balls,” he whispers.  I move to them, enjoying the crinkly hair all over them.  He sighs, and slumps a little lower in his chair.  I know what he wants.  My tongue goes to his perineum—well, as much as I can reach with his clothes on.  Now he gives a big sigh.  I lick up and down.  I go back to his balls and back to his taint. 
    “Let me eat your ass…”
    He stands.  The pants and underwear, that had been in the way drop, to the floor.  He leans against the side wall, jutting his bubble butt out towards me.  I drill into him as he gasps, then sighs.  I eat and suck and leave him very wet.  I don’t even think I will be fucking him.  I just enjoy the rimming.
    The sounds of our sex has intrigued a man in his late 50’s, who’s been sitting in front of us.  As my friend sits down after the rimming, the guy moves to the back wall.  He is stroking a beautiful seven incher with a hood, inches from us.  I go back to sucking my pal.  The man strokes.
    I stop and say “Suck his dick.”  I have seen him play with other men, but we have never done anything jointly.  He hesitates.  And then takes the uncut beauty deep into his mouth.  I keep sucking the now even harder cock in front of me.
    The uncut guy shoots.  It must be a big load for my friend swallows noisily.  Suddenly he chokes and cum is flying everywhere.  I get some in the face, but most it splatters back unto the pants of the man who shot.  He will need an interesting story to tell the wife…
    The man races off to the bathroom.  My friend is embarrassed and suddenly remembers an appointment.  I sit back in the chair, swipe the cum off my cheek and taste it…
    *
    I am now on the gay side.  In the cocksucker’s chair there, too.  There is a very big—football player big—and handsome Black man in the back corner.  He is maybe 30.  Maybe less.  He seems happy to stroke to the movie.
    The door opens.  A very young man enters.  He is under 25, dressed in skimpy shorts and a white shredder that shows more of his ebony chest than it covers.  He stands right next to me.  In moments he is reaching down to jerk my dick.  He’s doing it rather hard and rough, but I let him.  He unzips with his other hand.
    I ask him to ease up a little.  His response is to stop and give me his dick to suck.  The larger guy moves into our line of vision, stroking happily to the live show and not the movie.  The kid pulls out of my mouth and bends to suck the larger man.  I watch and stroke.  To my surprise they reverse—the bigger guy bending to suck the young one.
    Now the kid leads the bigger guy to me.  “Hot mouth,” he tells the guy.  The larger guy lets me suck.  I must do something right for I am rewarded with a mouthful of cum.  The younger man finds this so hot, be gets his own dick to me just in time for me to swallow his load, too.
    *
    Time has passed.  I am back in the straight theatre.  No one is around but one man in front of me.  He is fairly good looking—and half my age.  He has been doing the furtive glance around at me.  It is hard to make it seem natural as he is so close to me.  Finally he stands and comes to the wall.
    “Will you suck me?”
    He has a very nice, bigger than average cock.  I take him into my mouth.  I begin to suck.  He sighs.  Groans.  And, dammit, he shoots before I can really get going.  Jeez, these men need to get out more…
    *
    I have been by myself for quite awhile.  The men are gone.  I need to go home.  I keep kicking myself that I didn’t bring a condom for the next devil’s dick.  I have had so much cum pumped into my mouth today. 
    I button up and go out of the theatre door.  It puts me in the hallway where there are rental booths to watch a movie of your choice (and where the shy men lead you when then want to be fucked.)  One is lit.  The door is ajar.  I look in.  A white business man is stroking to straight gangbang porn.
    “Hey, come in.” 
    I do, shutting the door. 
    “Do you swallow?  I’m so close…”
    I go to my knees.  It’s a sweet load.
    And I vow to always have a condom in my pocket…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: FP, the Cocksucker (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 16, 2022
  9. FelchingPisser

    Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Near Home—June, 2022
    I came home from IML and self isolated.  At the end of the week, I had developed no symptoms of anything, sexual or respiratory.  I was sated.  I didn’t need sex for that whole week.  It was no hardship to just think about what I’d done—and what I was planning for mid-month.
    Dave, the man who willing took up his ass every load I’d collected at the bookstore (and frozen,) wanted to come back.  We agreed we wanted to play again, but not too soon so our play would stay hot.  My going off to CLAW and IML helped put some time between our sessions.  Now we were ready to do it again.  We had arranged a date before I went off to IML.  I checked in and he was eager to come back to my place.  And yes, he’d love some extra loads for us to play in.  So on a Sunday afternoon, a couple of days before he was to arrive, I went off to harvest some cum…
     
    The bookstore is not crowded, but always busy.  No one of interest is in the straight theatre.  I go and sit down to stroke on the gay side.  There are two other men watching a decent video.  I hear movement in the back corner behind me.  I turn.  A man around my age has his dick out and is stroking to the movie—and seemingly to me.  He is furry under his A-shirt and has a very full and sizable beard.  I get up, not bothering to cover my cock, and go join him in the corner.  His big hand finds my dick the moment I stand next to him. But he only strokes me.  Rather hard and rough.
    I go to my knees and begin to suck him.  My mouth is full.  He’s dripping precum.  He groans.  Surprisingly, the other two men in the room leave—neither wanting to join us.  I give him my best blow job.  He moans louder now that we are alone.  I stand up to rest the knees, thinking he will suck me. But, no.  I remember I had good results in telling guys why I wanted their load.  I let him stroke me again for a moment before I whisper:  “I really want your load.  I am going to use it to fuck a bud of mine.”
    He grins.  And whispers back:  “Then fuck it out of me.”
    I grin back.  It’s the last thing I expect from this very straight presenting man.  His shorts fall to his ankles.  I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rim job of his super hairy crack.  He melts, panting, braced against the wall with one hand, the other hand on his rather large dick.  “Fuck me with that big cock,” he hisses.
    I lube up and just keep rimming.  I love the feel of the hair on my lips and cheeks as much as he is loving my tongue.  I want him super hot before I plow him.  I stand up.  The head of my cock parts the wet fur and disappears into him.  He pushes back, taking my entire length in one move.  I hold.  And fuck.
    He is mumbling now.  Telling me how good it feels and at other times just making sounds that are all about his pleasure.  I pick up the pace.  He strokes his cock in tempo with the fucking I am giving him.
    “I’m gonna shoot…”
    I pull out and swing around to get under him.  I make it just in time.  My mouth envelops his cock and he gives me a massive load.  I clean him up, not swallowing at all.  He watches, with seeming pleasure as I drool it into a condom. 
    “That was a great fuck—and I love that you’ll breed him with me…” he whispers as he does himself up.
    Load One.
    *
    I move to the straight theatre and snag the cocksucker chair.  There are a few men here now, including one of the two who left as I played next door.  He watches me stroke.  He takes out a very standard issue cock and beats it hard.  I nod to him.  He nods back, takes a moment and then comes toward me. 
    Without a word he shoves it in my mouth.  I can’t do much—he is fucking my face from the first moment.  He is in need and wants to give me the load.  I oval my mouth and let him fuck.  He grunts occasionally as my tongue tries to work on the underside of his dick.
    Bam—he’s there.  Not a big load, but a thick one.  He pulls out before I can clean him up.  And gone before I mix the two loads in the same condom.
    Load Two.
    *
    “Will you fuck me?”
    “I’m actually doing more oral today,” I tell the young Latino who always wants me to fuck him with  a condom.  I go on to explain what I’m doing. 
    “Fuck the load out of me and you can have it.”
    I agree.  We fuck.  He comes…with no ejaculate at all.
    *
    I find a larger man around my age in the back row on the straight side.  We nod to each other.  He’s seen me in action—and wants to suck my cock.  He gets his out as I approach.  He gives good head as I stand, feeding him as he sits in the cocksucker’s chair.
    I take a break by going down on him.  He likes it—but I’m pretty sure his thrill is cock in his mouth.  We go back and forth for quite some time.
    A trim man of 50-something comes in.  He is overdressed for a place like this—suit pants and a tie.  He kneels beside us.  I think the larger guy knows him—for it changes his attitude.  My play partner of the last 20 minutes pulls me down to whisper in my ear.  “Give him your cock.”
    I stand up, turn and feed it to the well dressed guy.  He takes me to the root and totally subs out.  He is in heaven sucking my cock.  The large guy stands up to get a better view.  He takes the guy’s head and pushes it even farther down on me.  I am covered in masses of deep throat spit.
    Now we are sharing the sub.  First one cock in his mouth and then the other.  Back and forth— we let him have it for few strokes before turning his head to be used by the other man.  There are two men watching the three of us.  One stays seated.  The other stands and strokes to the use of the well dressed sub.  I motion him over.  Instead he erupts all over the floor—a massive load wasted on the linoleum. 
    The sub is doing the larger guy.  I pull him off and tell him to lick my balls.  He does.  The larger man bends to suck me as he does it.  I love two mouths on me.  Always have.  Those restless tongues working independently of each other. 
    “Switch,” I bark out.
    The sub goes for the big, bloated, hairless balls of the larger guy.   I bend to suck him. 
    And that’s it.
    I get his load in my mouth.
    I pull off and let the sub clean him up as I spit his viscid seed into the condom with the other two.
    Load Three.
    I have the sub suck on me a little longer, but I have no urge to shoot.
    The men have thinned out—and it’s dinner time.
    I go home and freeze the mixed loads for Dave’s ass…
     
    The original, with a pic of his hot ass, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 11, 2022
  10. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—June, 2022
    (You may want to read the previous post first if you haven’t.)
    Dave was due late in the morning.  I had the playroom set up:  towels and plastic under the sling and fuck bench, drinking water on the storage cabinet to keep the piss flowing, lube on top of the toy shelf.  I was hydrating.  I knew he loved my piss.  I had the perfect bladder-full to greet him at his arrival time.  But I got a text saying there was a traffic snarl from road construction.  I tried to hold it, but finally let it go to waste.
    I was making a cup of tea to recharge it all as he arrived…
     
    We are downstairs.  Dave is stripped to a yellow jock and his boots.  His socks have yellow stripes on them.  He is kneeling on the floor.  I am wearing the jock I wore to the IML piss party and boots.  He licks the mounded pouch.  My cock grows, uncomfortably contained in the fabric.  The head pokes out.  Dave licks it and finally uses his hands to free me.
    “Give me your piss.”
    “Suck my dick.”
    He does.  I reach over and swig some of my tea.  It kicks in my kidneys and I am able to give him a couple of spurts, even as my cock hardens.  He grunts like he has just had fine wine.  To thank me, he sucks my cock in earnest.  He leaves me dripping with his saliva.
    He crawls up on the bench.  His ass is so ready for me.  I kneel and dive in.  My tongue opens his hole. It’s my turn to leave saliva all over him.  I stand up.  Piss splats on his ass crack.  He groans as I kneel again and lick most of the clear liquid up.  Some I shove inside him.  I rim him some more.
    “I need to fuck,” I murmur as I stand up.  My cock head drools on his open pucker.  I smear it around with the tip of my dick.  I slide inside.  He grunts and sighs in satisfaction.  I fuck—a slow deliberate stroke.  Our eyes meet in the mirror in front of us. 
    PIC of ass
    I pull out.  I come around to his head.  “Taste your ass and my piss.”  His mouth is all over me.  He’s fuckin’ ravenous.  Dave can’t get enough ATM.
    I fuck him some more. 
    He sucks me clean.
    Another round of fucking.
    This time I feed him a big piss load as we do ass to mouth.  He gurgles happily as my stream just keeps coming.
    I go back and fuck him again.  Hard.  And fast.  He grunts out his approval.
    Once my cock is cleaned again, I grab a toy that he has brought.  I grease up the three balls.  I work them into his ass. 
     
    PIC  OF balls
     
    Dave pants.  I grab the camera again as I slowly pull them out.
    Dave groans and says “I want to eat your ass…”
    “Where?”
    We decide on the sling.  I get in.  I pull my jock up so the straps don’t get in the way of his tongue.  It’s my turn to groan and pant.  He never stops tongue fucking me, then spitting on my hole.  I use some poppers I found in the freezer.  They make me babble about how good it feels.  I stroke my dick as he eats me out, savoring the taste of my hole.  Once, he shares the juices with me in a deep kiss.  
    Dave’s tongue plunges back into my ass.  I stop stroking and concentrate.  Piss shoots out of my hard cock and coats my ass crack as it rains back down on me.  Dave groans and licks up every drop.
    “Want more?”
    He grunts a yes, his tongue still wringing out my wet ass hair.  This time it’s a piss fountain.  He pulls away from my hole and catches it all in his mouth.  He swallows most of it, but spits some onto my ass crack so he can lick it up a second time.
    “I need to fuck you.”
    We change places in the sling.  I am so horned, I fuck him fast and hard.  I love how heated his ass feels.  I pull out and rim him some and fuck him again.
    “You ready?”
    He nods.  He guesses what I have for him.  Dave suggests he move to the fuck bench.  I make a quick trip to the freezer for the loads.  He’s there, ass up when I return.  Our eyes meet in the mirror.  I wave the two condoms at him before snipping off the knot of the first one.  “This is a mix of three loads from the bookstore,” I tell him.  I describe the men who shot them.  The cold cum sinks into his puffy hole.  Dave groans.  “Just take the loads,” I tell him, smirking a little.
    I kneel and poke some melted jizz all the way into his hole.  I stand back up and snip the knot of the second condom.  “This is all me.  I came home sated, but last night I had to get off—so I saved it for us to play in.”
    I shove the second, smaller frozen load up him.  I kneel and begin to rim him, enjoying the traces of cum left behind.  My tongue goes deep, following the trail of melting jizz.  I stand up and slide my hard cock in. I love the temperature change in his hole.  His hot ass has been made cooler by the four frozen loads in his guts.  I fuck, the jizz, clinging to my cock.  I pull out and let him taste the loads.  He groans and can’t stop licking my cock.
    I go back to his ass and fuck until my cum churning leaves a thick froth around his hole.
    “Rimseat.”
    I get under and he sits.  I clean up all the jism I have churned.  Dave relaxes.  His hole opens and I get the first drip of the combined load into my mouth.  Where they have actually been before they were spat into the condom.  Dave groans as he feels the cum move in his guts.  I am moaning with each drop that lands on my tongue.  There is suddenly a large splat of semen into my mouth all at once.  I swallow some and work some back up into him so I can keep felching him before I decide to breed him with a fresh new load…
     
    The original, with some pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Dave: Four Loads for Fucking and Felching (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 13, 2022
  11. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together.  As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT.  The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump.  We were excited.  This is what we were missing on this weekend.  I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session.
    When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host.  It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes.  We were to be there within 10 minutes of the start time.  He was looking for all types of men and all positions.   Cowboy Boots and I cleaned up and went downstairs at the appropriate time…
     
    The door is propped open.  There are five men just beginning to fuck.  The host, a beefy guy in his late 30’s or early 40’s waves us in.  He looks familiar.  (I later find out that we had fucked at the Nasty Kink Pigs’ Parties at CLAW several years ago.)  He goes back to sucking the dick of the youngest man there, a cub in his 20’s.  A 50-ish Top is stroking himself, watching the scene—I realize it is this man’s load I’d fucked in with the cumdump I bred on Thursday.  A 30-ish guy with a great Mohawk and a PA, is getting fucked by porn guy Steve Sommers.  (Steve and I had played (with Derrick and Jacob) a few IML’s ago.)  Steve is hairy and hot.
    Cowboy Boots strips and gets on all fours on the double bed.  The Top is drawn to his hot ass.  He kneels and begins rimming him.  The host, never taking the young one’s cock out of his mouth, moves to all fours so his ass is available to me.  Perfect.  I kneel and rim.  We are directly across the bed from Cowboy Boots.  As his Top rises to fuck him, so do I.  I sink into the host.  He makes the sexist groan around the young cock in his mouth.
    Steve pulls out of Mohawk.  Mohawk swivels around and cleans his ass juices off Steve.  I fuck the Host harder.  I love the sound of my hips on his wet ass.   CB’s Top pulls out.  So do I.  We nod at each other and walk around the bed to switch holes.  We both go to our knees to taste the new holes in front of us.  Soon we are plowing away with our different men.
    Mohawk is as versatile as Steve.  He gets Steve bent over and eats him out.  I watch as I fuck.  Soon he stands and sinks into Steve.  Now there are three of us fucking on three sides of the bed.
    More men come in—a couple I’ve seen at the side by side cumdumps.  (Again, one man plays—the other strokes, watching his BF fuck.)  The young guy moves from getting his cock sucked, to sucking the new arrival. 
    A third man enters.  He is already hard.  I let him fuck CB.  I kneel behind Mohawk and lick his ass crack on the backstroke.  He groans and calls me a pig.  He pulls out of Steve, steps to the side and pushes my face into the hairy crack he’s just been fucking.  He holds my head in place—telling me to lick it all up. He finally lets go, telling me to fuck him with my big dick.
    I rear up and push my cock into Steve.  He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembered.  “You need to take it, too,” he tells Mohawk.  This makes me fuck Steve harder.  So much so he asks for a breather.
    The new men are fucking the Host and Cowboy Boots—trading off.  The young one sucks any and every available cock.
    “Let me suck that thing,” Mohawk grunts out.  He goes to his knees and tastes Steve’s ass juices all over my cock.  I watch him jerk himself, his PA flopping, as he sucks me.  He stands and slides into Steve once more.  He holds, all his inches buried in the hairy ass, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks.  “Now fuck me,” he commands.  I slide into him.  I stand still and let him do the work of fucking into Steve and back on me. 
    Soon he pulls out of Steve who rolls away to go fuck CB.  I fuck Mohawk hard and fast.  When I stop, I take his dick in my mouth.  His PA is big, but not so big it gets in the way of my tongue.  I love the sound of the slight clink on my teeth.
    We are a fucking free for all now.  The Top fucks Steve and Mohawk.  I go back to the Host and CB.  I clean dicks as they present themselves.  I do something with every man, but the voyeur boyfriend.
    Now the Host, with no new people arriving, calls time on us.  We reluctantly pull our selves together and leave, all wishing we could have stayed longer…
    *
    Late Night
    I work on my computer, typing up the notes for the day.  Cowboy Boots is entertaining in the bedroom, a tall, built Black man.  On a whim I check in on them.
    “You giving me your ass, too?” the visitor asks. 
    “Naw—but I want to suck your dick when you pull out.”
    I take out my dick and stroke as I kneel by the man fucking CB.  “That’s hot,” he sighs.  I watch his cock split Cowboy Boots open.  His cock is the same size as mine—but in dark ebony hues.  He pulls out and lets me suck him clean.  He plows back into Cowboy Boots.
    “Fuck,” he groans.  “I’m gonna cum—you gonna eat that, too?”
    I nod.
    He shoots, deep in CB.  He marinates a long time.  Finally, I get to clean his less sensitive cock.
    “Fuck him,” he urges me.  
    I stand up and slide into the man’s cream pie deep in Cowboy Boots.  I fuck a few strokes—and it sends me over the edge…
    *
    A few random IML notes:
    I did get a note on BBRT I was unable to follow up on:
      “I saw you in elevator last night and a huge fan of your blog.  Would love to come suck you.” 
    I think it was right after the piss party—and my cock was feeling spent—but now I wish I’d still met the reader.  Another time!
     
    I also remember, on the first day of IML there were still non-leather folks in the hotel.  I took the elevator down to the lobby with a bunch of men in full gear—while I was in my street dress of jeans, with just my wrist band on.  A young mom and her 5 year old son got on, too.  The little boy’s eyes were huge as he stared up at all these leather men towering over him.  His gaze found me.  I smiled.  He looked at me—back at all the other guys—and back to me.  He mustered a timid smile—to a friendly face in that sea of leather clad legs... 
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 8, 2022
  12. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    My last day at IML was packed with mini events. 
    Somewhere in the course of our talking about IML, Cowboy Boots let drop that he liked to be fisted.  I had never played with him outside of a hotel or bathhouse casual fuck/loading situation.  I also learned that he like to do some toy play.  So, naturally, I brought some along.
    We had both been busy enough we hadn’t found time to do it.  I suggest we have a late morning or early afternoon play session.  That sounded good to him.  We used the sling set up in the living room of the suite…
     
    As Cowboy Boots gets comfortable in the sling, he tells me not to be surprised if men walk in responding to his ad on BBRT.  I assure him that is no problem.  I eat his hole.   We are starting from the shower this morning.  He has had no visitors yet.  I tongue him open and fuck him.  Soon enough I add my eggheaded dildo—along with my cock.  He loves the stretch of the double fuck.
    I pause, mid thrust.  A bear of a man has walked in.  He is Black and beefy.  He unzips and strokes himself hard as I fuck a few more strokes.  I step to the side.  He slides into CB.  He fucks him hard and fast, but not to orgasm.  He nods and leaves.
    I grease up my bigger butt plug with the two ridges, a toy that often gives men pause.  Cowboy Boots takes it easily. 
    I do a stretch with my speculum, but it is not necessary.  My greased left hand goes in quite easily. 
    Another Black man is at the door.  He is tall and angular and already has his dick ready to go.  I step aside and let him fuck.  This guy seems to like that I’m in the room and as an audience to his fucking.  He suddenly stops and withdraws—thanking CB.  I go back to work—and find he did indeed nut inside CB.  I fist the cum deeper.
    I use a thick toy of his on him next.  He knows the feel of this one and takes more of it than he tells me he usually does.
    I go back to my hand. 
    We have another Black man, tall and very heavy, in the door.  He just wants to watch.  He sits on the couch and reaches down the waist band of his sweat pants and plays with his dick.  I go back to fucking.
    When he’s had enough watching, he thanks us and leaves.  I pull out the big black toy that is long and thick with the handle.  CB takes it.  Deeper than most men.
    I do another round of alternating hands and we take a break…
    *
    I had let Zane, my hairy scent pig (who is a host of the Chicago house party I occasionally attend) to see if we could meet during this weekend.  It looked like we could, and then not, and then we could again.  He came to the room in the middle of the afternoon.  Cowboy Boots was entertaining in the bedroom, so we had the sling and the rollaway…
     
    “I don’t have long…”
    Zane looks great.  His beard is fuller.  I love how it grinds against mine as we kiss.  We strip off our shirts.  His face is instantly buried in my armpit—inhaling the aroma.  He lifts his opposite arm so we can 69 each other’s pits.  His are even more fragrant from being outside in the hot sun.  We lick and nuzzle and kiss.
    We strip to jocks.  Zane goes to his knees and sucks me.  I have been hard from the moment I answered the door.  He gets my juices running out the tip of my cock. His tongue is busy and knows where my hot spots are.  He pulls off my cock, leaving it really wet.
    “Sling.”
    He nods and jumps in.  His feet find the stirrups and he needs no help in getting his ankles comfortably into them.  I go to my knees and tongue his ass with the same intensity as his dick sucking.  My tongue is rigid and drilling into his hole. When he flowers open, I lick and spit and watch the hairs on his ass cling together.
    I stand up.  My cock slaps his testicles in the jock pouch.  His cock is hard and escaping from the side.  I lean down and lick up a pearl of pre-cum and spit it on my cock head.  Only then do I fuck my dick into him.  He gasps and his eyes roll up.  I hold for a second.  We make eye contact—and I begin to seriously fuck him.  My hips slap into his upturned ass with a wet slapping sound that fills the room.
    I eat his hole again. 
    I stand up and drool some of his ass juice into his mouth.  He groans and I begin round two.  A slower, more deliberate stroke.  He groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I don’t at first, but soon I am back to the fast first speed.
    “I want you to sit on my face.”
    “Rimseat?”
    “I didn’t bring it.”  I lie down on the rollaway.  He gets rid of his jock, climbs aboard and sit carefully on me.  My entire face feels his damp ass hair—and my tongue is perfectly lined up to go even deeper into his asshole.
    He grunts and squirms, jerking his cock to my ass eating.  He knows to ride my dick after awhile.  He does it expertly.  Raising up and slamming himself down on my thick shaft.  He sits on my face again.  He’s wetter now.  His ass lube is in overdrive with my big dick.
    “Fuck me again.  Please.”
    He gets off my face.  We both want the sling.  I glance at the clock and know I need to send him home soon.
    I spit on his hole and slide in.  He has grabbed his cock and is jerking frantically.  Our eyes connect again.  I lean across him and kiss him.  Deeply.  We hold it a long time.  We can’t get enough of each other’s tongues.
    But it’s back to fucking. 
    Hard.
    Fast.
    Insistent.
    He jerks in rhythm to the plowing his is taking.
    I nod at him—a “go for it” look. 
    He closes his eyes, his hand a blur…and the jizz arcs out of his body, covering his hairy chest...
     
    (One last Sunday session to come next time…)
     
    The original was posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Afternoon: Cowboy Boots Takes My Fist and Zane Takes My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2022
  13. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    The piss party was great.  My dick was in demand.  And I loved loading the young pig in the Andrew Christian underwear.  If I was at home, that would have been more than enough play in one day.  But I was in a hotel with 1000’s of horny men.
    I wrote a little.  I tried to read.  But my cock was restless.  I put down the book and logged on.  I looked at the list of cumdumps.  This is when I find that ‘fuck me fast and load me’ scenario appealing.  I didn’t need a ton of play.  I just wanted to get my cock to calm down.
    Then I saw him.  Inkedlust.  The last time I had fucked him was several IML’s ago, when he had been the roommate of Cowboy Boots.  They were offering up side-by-side asses.  Tonight, this late, I knew he would be loaded.  I knew he would appreciate my cock churning all his loads.  I got his room number and off I went.
     
    His ass is still magnificent.  Perfectly rounded as he waits for the next man on all fours.  I stand in the doorway.  Just looking.  My cock swelling in my jock.  The door has opened so quietly, I’m not even sure he knows I am here.  I walk over, kneel and begin rimming his wet hole.  Well, he knows now.  He moans deep in his throat.  I have hit a mother lode of cum.  Is he pushing it out for me?  Fuck, yes.  I take it in my mouth, savor it and push most of it back into him with my tongue.
    This makes him groan again.  I pull back and just look at his ass.  I notice a stray drip and catch it with my tongue. I push it into his hole before I spit on it a few times.  My cock is raging.  I stand up.  I sink easily into the creamy mess in his ass.  I can’t imagine how much cum is in there.  Far more than what I got in my mouth.
    I fuck him deep—but at a nice slow tempo.  Even with the relaxed stroke, I am pulling cum out of him on every backstroke.  After a few minutes of that, I can’t let it go to waste.  I kneel, lick it up and spit it on his open pucker.  My cock pushes it slowly back into him.  Inch after inch disappears, until my pubes grind into him and become wet with cum and ass jizz.
    Now I really fuck him.  Hard.  Driven.  I am not ready to add my load yet, but I am fucking like it could happen any moment.  I look down at my dick.  Once again it is covered.
    “Taste these loads.”
    InkedLust swivels around and cleans my cock.  He moans as he does it.  My cock is shiny—catching the little light that is in the room.  He spits on my flared head and pivots again.  I fuck into his hole.  Hard.  Wow.  Could I be this close this fast?
    I slow for a moment—and then build back to that hard driving fuck.
    InkedLust takes a hit from his bottle of poppers.  He offers them to me—his hand just reaching blindly in my direction.  I take a hit.  I instantly go to my knees and felch.  I lick and spit on his puffy hole before I drool some of the viscous mixture on my cock.  In an elevated popper haze I stand back up and slam into him.  He squeezes down me at that moment—and I’m there.  There can’t be much in my balls, but I feel like I keep firing and firing deep into his juicy guts.
    *
    I’m not sure I really needed to write this up.  But it was hot, different and I get to use a picture of his hot ass again!
    That pic, of course, is on the main site:  From My Side of the Sling: IML: Saturday Late Night: Loading InkedLust (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 29.2022
  14. FelchingPisser

    IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2022
    The next day was the piss party.  It had been awhile since I had attended one.  Not just the lockdown had kept me away.  My frequent trips to Toronto to play at Fukd had often been on the same weekend as the piss gathering.  I was excited to return.  I could do with getting wet again. 
    It’s an afternoon start time and there was a ton of traffic on the drive north to the bar where it is held.  I had been chugging my water and tea.  I just needed to time it so I was ready to piss when I got there—but not when I was stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on Clark Street…
     
    I am in the door and haven’t pissed myself.  In the main bar I’m asked for my driver’s license and vaccination card.  Did it say that on the confirmation letter?  I have them, but they are locked out in my car.  I remember just in time there is a picture of both on my phone. I proceed to the back bar and go in.  The party started 20 minutes ago.  It’s longer than usual since it is IML—I am pretty sure I can’t do six hours of piss play.  I strip down and hand my bag to the Coat Check Otter.  We embrace—but I know he will be too busy to play.
    I make my way into the crowd.  I need to find someone who wants piss. There are two men in the inflatable pool.  I pull my cock out of my filthy Fukd jock. The guy’s mouths open like it is feeding time in the nest.  I send a strong stream to one and then the other.  I finish with splashing hot piss on both their cocks.  I love that they kiss each other and share my piss between them.
    I see my friends who live in both Chicago and Palm Springs.  I go to chat with them.  In moments, the more bottom pig is on his knees, sucking my cock.  I am fresh out of piss.  Well, at first.  Finally I can feed him.  Not much, but I give him a couple of short blasts.
    He stands up.  “Would you fuck me?”  He leans on a bench that is near us.  I go to my knees and eat out his hole.  I stand and send a couple of piss blasts onto it.  I go back to my knees and lick it up—forcing some inside him.  I stand and I enter him.  Slowly.  His partner watches as the length of my dick slowly disappears.  As I start the fuck stroke, the partner begins to piss on my dick.  I love the sloppy sound of my fuck—as I pump some of the liquid into the ass I’m reaming out.
    Finally, I stop.  I kneel and clean up his crack.  The partner now gives me everything he’s got in his bladder.  I drink as much as I can.  When his stream runs dry, I stand.  We have a three-way kiss as I yellow-ball some of what I’ve kept in my mouth to both of them…
    *
    I fuck ass.  Lots of it.  Good wet ass.  Sometimes with others pissing on it.  More often not. 
    A Cub I recognize from here introduces me to his new partner.  I love that they are both here.  And the new partner seems to really like watching me fuck his man.  We like it, too.  So much I do him a couple of more times during the party.  I love the feel of his ass.  And the skills he uses to squeeze me occasionally.  The new partner watches, a little wide eyed at how much cock is going into his guy, as I plow…
    *
    “Hey, you’re FelchingPisser right?”
    I nod.
    The guy is tall.  Taller than me.  And younger by a good ten to fifteen years.
    “We’ve been talking on AssPig.  Fuck me?”
    I bend him over, piss on his crack and eat his ass.  It’s a muscle butt—hard as granite.  With just enough hair in the crack to excite me even more.  I stand up and slide in.  He takes me, hungrily. 
    “Fuck me, man.  Piss fuck me if you want.”
    I tell him I’m pretty well drained right now—and I want to piss fuck when I have more than a couple of spurts.  He agrees and begins to groan—reveling in the long dicking I am giving him.  The moment I pull out, he spins around to clean my cock.  I promise I will be back when I have a full bladder…
    *
    I sit on the bench built against the side wall.  A man comes over and asks to suck me.  I nod.  He has the largest nipples I have ever seen.  Huge.  He kneels and swallows half of me down.  My hands find his nipples.  I twist them.  It’s his cue to deep throat me.  And he does.  It is so fucking tight in his throat.  I let go of his nipples and he comes up for air.  We do it again—halfway down, twist and deep throat.  It’s wild.  It almost hurts his throat is so constricted around my cock—but I like it.  We keep it up for a long time…halfway, twist, deep throat dick clamp…
    *
    I wander.  I piss a little on the balls of a guy getting a blow job.
    I eat a wet and fucked ass or two.
    I find a furry Otter and a hot guy in Andrew Christian backless underwear fucking.  Both are half my age.  The Otter is bent over and letting the AC clad young man fuck him.  I watch for a moment.
    “Want his ass?” asks AC.
    “Sure.”
    He pulls out.  I surprise him by cleaning his cock.  I spit the slime on the Otter’s furry butt crack.  Then I fuck it into him.  The Otter squeals—and is covered in piss by AC.  When I pull out, AC fucks him again.  I stand behind AC and hose down his ass crack.  There is not a hair on him—the contrast between the two men is fabulous.  The moment I have no more piss, I begin tonguing his ass on his back stroke.  Soon, he just buries himself in the Otter and so I can truly eat his ass.  I lick up every drop.
    AC pulls out of the Otter.  “Fuck me.”
    I waste no time filling his ass with my wet cock.  He’s tight and very appreciative.  The Otter turns and strokes to our fucking. He manages a little piss that lands on AC’s bent over back.  I slap the wet ass and fuck him harder and harder…
    *
    I have been tanking up.  I find the Tall Guy from AssPig in the back corner.  “Ready for that piss fuck?”
    He is.  He bends, holding onto the damp cinder block wall.  I rim.  I fuck.  I stand still and piss.  With my cock balls deep in his muscle butt.  I have to think hard to get the plumbing to go from fucking to piss.  But it works.  With barely losing any hardness I piss into his ass.  A never ending stream.  Tall Guy moans.  He can feel it.  Every drop.  “So heavy, man.  It feels great.”
    Now, as the stream runs dry, I begin to fuck into this ass full of my piss.  Soon it is sloshing inside of him.  Some comes out on my backstroke.  A piggy bystander kneels and gets some of the backstroke splash on his face.  When I pull out, there is a mini waterfall that I quickly kneel and swallow.  I come up and kiss the Tall Guy, some piss from his ass going from my mouth to his…
    *
    I have been here close to four hours.  It’s time to breed and leave.  I look for the Tall Guy, but can’t find him.  Instead I see the cute young guy in the Andrew Christian underwear.
    “Want a load?”
    “Fuck, yes, Daddy.”
    He bends over—ass on display.  I eat him out again.  He’s been busy since I opened his hole.  I stand, and enter him.  He is hard and stroking with each thrust I make.
    “I want your cum…” he whispers.  “Make me yours…”
    That does it.  I teeter on the brink for a moment—and then let him have blast after blast. 
    I marinate in his ass for a long time.  Standing absolutely still.  Getting my breathing back to normal.
    When I pull out, he turns and cleans my dick of the cum clinging to it.  He looks up at me, his eyes begging.  I can just manage a few spurts of piss to wash my cum down his throat…
     
    The wet original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 27. 2022
  15. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    I had heard a lot about Fornication from Keshawn.  He had been to a couple of them—and loved the energy the porn guys brought to the sex party.  He wondered how it would work at Steamworks.  Would partygoers be up on the third floor with special tickets?  The answer from Ray that afternoon was that no, there was no special admission price for Fornication tonight.  Just look for the performers around the bathhouse.
    I was horned.  I needed a good group fuck party.  I got to the bathhouse around 10pm—an hour before Fornication began.  Security was high—bags were limited in size and checked.  My pockets and ankles/socks were examined.  It is a drug free party—and Steamworks was stepping up to make sure that they protected Ray’s performers.  I got a locker and stripped to my jock, wrist band and boots.  I tossed the towel over my shoulder and set out making a tour of the three floors.  On the first and the third there were slings in new places.  I guessed this might be where the fornication guys would be…
     
    PIC POSTER
     
    I have ended on the third floor with my tour of the building.  I like how my cock is just sort of swollen, not hard.  It is stretching the pouch of this mostly clean jock.  I go back down to the dark area on the second floor where there is a public sling, some gloryholes and a fuck bench.  I stop on the steps down to the bench.  Two beautiful men are fucking, with a bevy of guys in towels clutched around waists, watching.  The bottom is gym built, between 45 and 50, a dusting of hair on his ass (and on his chest I eventually discover) and lots of it in his ass crack.  Tats are on his muscular shoulders.  The top is younger, more swimmer built and smooth—but for a glorious big bush, currently being smashed against his partner’s ass.  His hair is long and sways with his fuck stroke.  I take a moment to just watch before I move closer.
    My cock has erected.  I am standing to their right.  The Top sees me first.  He nods.  “Look who’s going to fuck you next,” he tells the bottom. 
    The tatted bottom turns his head and grins his approval. 
    “You’d like to fuck my man?” says the Top, with a slight smirk.
    “Please.”
    He pulls out.  I kneel and begin licking the hairy ass crack.  He’s an ass creamer—he’s wet and ready.  I see the Top feeding his dick to the tatted bottom.  I stand up and slide in.  He is now very full of cock.  I fuck hard and long.  When the Top guesses I am done, I surprise him by eating the fucked hole again.  I ask if he wants to fuck.
    “I get him at home—I want to watch you fuck him some more.”
    I gladly slide in again.  Hairy Crack Bottom groans and calls me a hot fucker.  I plow him hard.  When I’m done, the couple kisses—pulling me into it, too.  All three of us know we are going to fuck again before this night is done.
    *
    I go get some head at the slurp ramp.  A guy takes me fully down his throat the moment my cock emerges from the hole.  Only then do I remember all that ass jizz on my cock.   The sucker seems to not care.
    Keshawn enters the room, on the cock sucking level.  I excuse myself from the sucker and go greet him.  We kiss.  Keshawn bends and takes my spit covered cock right there.  It a simple hello fuck—not long, not hard—as natural to us as shaking hands for some. 
    A younger guy watches us.  “I would love to take both your cocks.”  Keshawn and I grin and take him to the first floor sling.  We get the guy into it.  “You better go first,” he says, looking at our two dicks.  I eat him out and he takes my cock.  Just.  I can tell he has never had a bigger one from the look on his face.  How the fuck is he gonna take Keshawn?  I fuck him slow and long.  Stretching his ass.   Keshawn feeds the guy his dick. 
    We switch.  Keshawn is just too big.  The guy taps out.  We get him off the sling and onto some seating nearby.  He tries to sit on Keshawn, just as Ray Dalton arrives to man the sling.  It must be 11:00pm.  The kid begs off—and Keshawn gets up and hugs Ray.  Ray is great with faces if not names.  He recognizes Keshawn from previous parties—and me from this afternoon.
    Ray grabs my ass.  “You ready for me?”  I shake my head.  An insistent guy comes up to Ray and asks if he’s really fucking anyone tonight.  Ray leads him over to the sling and shows him that indeed he is doing just that…
    *
    A bigger Latin guy takes me to his room as he doesn’t want to get fucked in public.  But he loves dick I his hole…
    I fuck a hot Black ass on the third floor fuck bench, while a white guy jerks off to us…
    I watch porn guy Luke Morrison decimate asses on the fuck bench where I started.  I hear him tell someone he’s a top only so I know I won’t be there tonight...
    We are into hour two of Fornication.  The porn guys have rotated floors.  I find Ray on the third floor at another sling.  There is fuckbench nearby.  Ray is plowing a squealing man.  He is totally connected and into it.  The beautiful couple is watching Ray.  They come over and we watch as a unit our hands idly playing with cocks and asses.   Ray finishes up, getting the squealer out of the bench.  Ray hugs him—a hug that seems as sexual as the fuck.
    “Who’s next?” 
    Hairy Ass Crack raises his hand.  Into the sling he goes.  The Top moves closer to watch.  I find Keshawn—and fuck him, braced against the wall. 
    Hairy Ass Crack is now out of the sling.  He sits carefully on the edge of the small platform the fuckbench is sitting on.  The Top beckons me over as I pull out of Keshawn.  “Will you open me up before I let Ray into my ass?”  I bend him right there and eat out his hairless butt.  Hairy Ass Crack loves seeing his partner used.  He actually gets fully hard.  I eat.  I fuck, with him braced on his partner’s shoulders.  Just as I’m building speed, Ray is ready for him.  I pull out—very pleased I could help…
    *
    I wander. 
    I get my cock sucked.
    I go back to the third floor Fornication area.  Ray is still fucking.  There is a beautiful man on the fuckbench.  And Hairy Ass Crack is rimming him.  I move around to watch this.  He stands up and gets his dick in the man, but he goes soft quickly.
    “You need this guy,” HAC says to the beautiful man, slapping his ass.  We trade places.  I go to my knees.  My face is buried in this guy’s ass.
    “Damn, you’re good…” the guy groans.
    Hairy Ass Crack bends and whispers in my ear.  “Make Dirk as happy as you did me.”
    I stand up.  Well, fuck me, it is Dirk Caber moaning over the tonguing I just gave his ass.  My cock head slides into him.  Slowly and smoothly.  He welcomes me with a slight squeeze.  I push on in.  Hold.  And fuck.
    Here I am in another man I’ve jacked off to for a long time.  I always liked his look, but his maturing into a Daddy really turns my crank.
    Dirk is panting and telling me how good my cock feels.  HAC moves around and cradles Dirk in his arms—his head turned so he can see me pile drive into Dirk.
    I finally stop.  I help Dirk up.  He’s a little shaky on his feet.  We embrace.  Holding on to each other as tightly as we can…
    Next time—my final two hours at Fornication.
     
    The original post, with pics of the porn guys, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday Night: Fornication Party (part one) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 23, 2022
  16. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    (This continues right on from the last post…)
    The Fornication guys take a break.  Dirk hugs me one more time before he leaves.  I stay in the third floor play area with the sling and the fuckbench.  The Cute Younger Top with the long hair finds me there.  He has become very versatile after his fucking by Ray.
    “Will you fuck me in the sling?”
    I nod—wondering silently where the tatted boyfriend is for they have been inseparable all night.  I get his ankles in the stirrups. They tilt his hot ass to the perfect angle for me.  I kneel and begin to feast on his wrecked hole.  He is loose and leaking both cum and lube.  I lick him clean as he jacks his bigger than average cock.  I lick all the way up his crack and tongue his balls, too.
    “I’ve shot like three times tonight,” he moans as I suck them.  I finally knock his hand away to suck the head of his cock—hoping for some precum for his hole.  I don’t get any, but I still spit on his loose pucker one more time before I fuck myself into him.  His eyes roll up into his head and he grabs his cock.  “Fuck me hard, daddy.  I want to get off one more time.”
    I take him at his word.  I fuck him hard.  The sound of my hips smacking his ass fills the space.  I look down at this young man, his long hair framing his face, totally lost in his lust of the moment.  He is grunting with each of my strokes.  His jerking is now in time with my fucking.  I feel he can’t last much longer—and suddenly he is there.  He is having a totally dry orgasm—there’s nothing left in his balls to shoot.
    I slow, I stop, I pull out.  I lick his hole—cleaning him up.  I stand up, lean across him and kiss him.  He sucks my tongue.  He obviously loves the taste of his ass as much as I do.  I hold on to him until he is ready to move.  I help him out.
    “Now I can go home…”  He kisses me one last time and is gone…
    *
    Keshawn finds me still near the third floor sling.  “I just got fucked by Aaron Trainer.”
    “Yeah?”
    “And I did him, too.”
    This leads us to fuck again, with Keshawn bent into the sling and holding on. 
    I go looking for Aaron.  I would love to get into that ass.  I find him in the dark second floor area, but he is so busy topping, I just watch for a bit.  A slight breather—and then I continue on.
    *
    I end up back on the third floor.  Luke Morrison is pounding into guys on the sling.  A cute young man in a knit hat, very tan and very fit, goes from watching Luke to watching me.  He comes over.  He kneels and begins to suck me.  He gives good head, taking me deep until he chokes.  He loves the sound and how he has to pull off me quickly. 
    “Will you fuck me?”
    “Sure.”
    “I’m really tight—is that a problem?”
    I shrug and suggest he gets up on the fuckbench where I did Dirk.  He lies down and I go to my knees to eat him out.  He’s right, he’s tight.  He loosens but I am leery of my dick going in.  There are a number of men watching us.  A young guy, around his age is stroking his five-incher.  I stand up.  “I think this young man should help to open you up.” 
    Hat Boy is all for it.  Surprisingly, so is Five-Incher.  I hand him my lube and make way.  I stick my dick in Hat Boy’s mouth.  Five-Incher glides right into the tight ass and begins the fuck.
    “He’s tight,” says Five-Incher.
    “Get him loosened up for me.”
    Hat Boy groans at this—around my dick. 
    Five-Incher must like the idea, too.  “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 
    Hat Boy grinds his ass back and takes the load.  I move around.  The kid won’t let me clean his cock, but I am treated to the cum filled hole.  I lick and swallow, lick and spit.
    “That was hot,” says an older Latin man.  “You want the next size up?”
    I look.  He is just over 6 inches.  I look at Hat Boy—he nods.
    The guy steps up onto the platform.  I lube him by licking Hat Boy’s dripping hole and dripping the collected semen on the new guy’s dick. 
    He laughs and pushes into the ass of the hot boy.  He fucks.  Hard and rhythmic. 
    “You gonna load him?”  I ask.
    “Naw.  Too early in the night.”
    But his dick has other ideas. “Oh, fuck!  No!”  And he is spewing into Hat Boy.  I kneel.  He marinates in HB long enough for the sensitivity to peak so he can let me lick him clean afterward. 
    Keshawn is now watching us.  “Looks like your turn,” he says.   
    I stand up.  I fuck Hat Boy hard.  Keshawn swings his big dick in the kid’s face.  “I’m next,” he says.
    I pull out and step to the side.  Keshawn cleans my cock and starts to fuck the kid.  HB is game—but even with two loads to help, he finally taps out on Keshawn.  I clean up Keshawn’s cock and Hat Boy’s ass.  We help him off the bench—as the floor is now a mass of cum and lube…
    *
    Dirk Caber is working the first floor sling.  He is in full top mode.  I watch him fuck a guy.  We catch each other’s eye.  When the guy gets out of the sling, I move closer.
    “You want to fuck me again?”
    “Yeah, I really want to see your face as I fuck.”  We adjust the sling for taller me.  A kid walks up and demands Dirk suck his dick.  Dirk apologizes and says he gets throat infections easily so he’s not doing that tonight.  The kid won’t believe it.  “I’ve seen you do it in videos.” 
    Dirk sighs and reminds him videos are about angles and editing.   I murmur in Dirk’s ear to ignore him and get in the sling.  He does.  I think for a moment that my eating Dirk’s hole has shut the kid up, but no.  He now starts asking about Dirk’s personal life.  Dirk remains polite—but I can hear him working at it in his answers—while trying to stay focused on what I am doing to his ass. 
    I stand up and fuck.  He feels great.  The face to face is working for both of us—but the constant chatter from the kid is really distracting.  I had hoped that this would be my breeding moment for the night—but it’s not going to happen with this guy nattering on in a very loud voice.
    I finally stop.  I get Dirk out of the sling.  We hug and I kiss him on the cheek.  Damn…
    *
    I go to the second floor darker area.  Ray Dalton is there, using someone in the sling.  Beside him is the Master, my fuck bud from Thursday afternoon.  I look at the man in the sling again.  Ray is fucking Master’s boy as he watches.  I catch Master’s eye.  He comes over to me.
    “That should make some good eating,” he says gesturing towards Ray’s cock fucking into boy. 
    I agree.
    “Want to come back to our room?” 
    I nod, just as Ray finishes the fuck.  Master moves to help boy out of the sling.  Ray is asked by a guy in the crowd if he’ll bottom.  Oh, shit—I have wanted to fuck Ray since I first saw him in Piss Break.  I think for a minute and decide that will keep for another day.  I need some of the connected play with these two.  I really want to bring our earlier sessions to a climax.
    We go up to third floor.  They have a room with a double bed.  Mirrors are everywhere.  I lie on the bed.  Master has boy suck me as Master watches and jerks.  Then Master sucks my cock as boy sits on my face—letting Ray’s fuck juices seep down into my mouth.
    “Fuck him,” says Master.
    “If I do, I’ll breed him.”
    “Do it.”
    “Yes, please,” adds boy.
    I sink into him.  I fuck.  I close my eyes and see the highlights of the night:  The long haired top, Hairy Crack Bottom, Keshawn, Dirk, Hat Boy taking loads, Dirk, Ray plowing the ass I’m in right now…
    Bam—I’m there.  I spew my pent up cum into boy.  I collapse on the bed.  Both of them are on me, kissing and licking my spent cock and sharing…
    *
    A side note:  Keshawn told me later he was fucked by Luke, Aaron and Ray and topped Aaron.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday Night: Fornication 2--Fucking Out The Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 24, 2022
  17. FelchingPisser

    Loading Keshawn for his Birthday

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—May, 2022
    I came home from CLAW and self isolated for a week.  I was fine.  Tired, but fine.  It took until the end of that week to even feel horned again.  This proved to be perfect timing as Keshawn wanted to do something special for his birthday.  He had also invited a good looking man (who was a vers/bottom) so Keshawn could be his versatile self.  I liked the idea of the variety that this offered.  Devious scenarios played in my mind as I packed the sling and drove south.
    I arrived first and began to set up the sling in Keshawn’s living room.  He told me the versatile guy had cancelled and that there was now a top coming, a man who had been at the basement party I had attended in Indy.  I was stripping as the guy arrived…
     
    We all greet each other.  (I do remember the top—I’d sucked his daddy cock repeatedly as it pulled out of some hot butt.)  Keshawn is naked.  The Top, beefy and fairly hairy, drops his pants and is bending Keshawn over the back of the couch before I can get my boots tied.  I watch them fuck for a moment.  When the Top pulls out, Keshawn spins to suck him clean—leaving his freshly fucked ass for me to enjoy.  I go to my knees and lick up the juices.  I spit once more into his hole, stand up and push in.  Keshawn’s arms go around the Top’s waist to hold on as I plow his hole.  I fuck him hard.   He grunts out his pleasure around the cock in his mouth.
    Keshawn stops sucking and pulls off me.  He moves around—now it’s his turn to clean me and get fucked by the other top.  I hold him in place as he takes another pounding.  Keshawn takes it like a champ.
    We all pause for some water.  Keshawn goes to the sling.  Each top takes an ankle and gets it into the stirrup.  “Eat him out,” the Top tells me, as he takes his dick up to Keshawn’s open mouth.  The room is full of moans:  I make sounds of deep satisfaction as I lick him, the top groans at Keshawn’s oral skills and Keshawn himself is moaning deep in his throat, where the cock can’t quite reach.
    I stand up and fuck.  His ass feels totally different now that he is on his back.  I fuck him with really long strokes, rocking the sling back and forth on my cock.  With the sling moving, the other Top strokes himself as he watches.  I invite him to take a turn.  He comes around and slides in.  I move to slap my cock on Keshawn’s face.  The Top fucks him in quick jack rabbit strokes.  The sound of his hips slamming into Keshawn’s ass fills the space.
    I go around to clean his cock, but he’s now semi soft and stroking it back to full hardness.  Did he shoot in there?  My tongue explores, checking for traces of sperm in the hot ass.  I don’t find any, so I fuck.  Long and slow.  Keshawn takes me eagerly.
    The other top is stroking faster now, to get back to full hardness.  He suddenly blasts a jet of cum into Keshawn’s mouth and across his face.
    “Fuck!  I couldn’t help it,” he groans in response to Keshawn’s surprised look.
    “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  I hold out my hand by his chin.  Keshawn knows just what I what I want.  He spits most of the copious load into my hand.  I coat my dick with it while I look at the Top. “I’m fucking you into his ass.”  I slide in—his ass now coated with nature’s best lube.  I fuck him hard, frothing the Top’s cum.  I pull out—and grin.  I have to take picture:
    PIC
    I move around so Keshawn can taste the load left on me dick.  Then I go back to his ass and collect all the frothed, stray cum and lick his ass perfectly clean.  I spit it back into his now slightly gaping hole.  The top is stroking Keshawn.  I know he will blow anytime.  I will myself to get close to cumming.  I increase my fuck pace.
    Keshawn cums.  Massively.  It is all over his chest, his dick and his balls.  I bend, keeping just my cockhead inside him.  My tongue licks up as much cum as I can reach.  I spit it into my hand and coat my cock again.  I plow it into him.  Keshawn yelps out a “Give it to me!” 
    And, miraculously, I do.  The feel of two cum loads in his hot asscunt makes me want to add to it.  I’m there.  I shoot, one huge blast and a lot of smaller ones.  I hold on to the top of the sling frame and pant, letting my cock marinate in all that cum…
    *
    Short (under an hour) but very sweet!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Loading Keshawn for his Birthday (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 6, 2022
  18. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—May, 2022
    IML was the next week.  But here is was a Saturday night—and I was horned.  I hadn’t been to the nearest bookstore at night in a long time, so off I went.  A man was coming out as I parked.  He took one look at me and did a U-Turn and followed me back inside.  In the light of the store I recognized him as one of my regulars who loves sucking my cock.  We nodded to each other as I got in line to get my ticket.
    The male attendant sighed as I told him I wanted the theatres.  The straight side was malfunctioning he told me.  He had hit on the solution of alternating movies in the gay theatre.  He was currently showing a straight one and a gay video would be up next.  “Is that alright?” he asked.  I nodded and gave him my money.
     
    For cramming us all into the smaller room, it is not crowded.  I easily find a seat.  There is a man in the back corner I recognize.  The guy who followed me back from the parking lot, now follows me into the theatre.  He sits down front.  There is one other man I can’t really see in the shadows along the wall opposite.  
    I unbutton and stroke to the very pedestrian straight porn.  The bearded man in the back corner is closest.  He nods to me.  I nod back, stand and offer him my dick.  He kisses the tip, the sides.  He takes me in his mouth but everything he does with his mouth still feels like a kiss.  It doesn’t feel bad—just not what I’m used to.  I get tired of it rather fast, thank him and sit back down.
    Mr. Parking Lot, who has been watching me with Cock Kisser, now nods at me.  He literally crawls across the floor to where I’m sitting.  I love his version of cock sucking a lot more.  But before he can really get going on me, his phone goes off.  He all but runs out the door, not to be seen again that night.
    The man in the shadows comes over for Cock Kisser.  He turns out to be short and dark.  He seems quite enthusiastic about the mouth on his cock.  He gives Cock Kisser a load in fairly short order.
    A long lull.
    The movie changes to a gay one.  It’s decent if not incredibly hot.  Another bearded man arrives.  He is around my age, 6 foot-ish, well built and graying around the temples.  And I know he loves my mouth.  He stands against the back wall and pulls out his bigger than usual dick.  He’s semi-hard.  And ready.  I go to him before Cock Kisser can entice him over.
    I kneel and take him into my mouth.  I love feeling him harden up the rest of the way as my tongue works him over.  He lets me be in control for a long time, but finally he fucks my face.  When he stops, I go to tonguing his very hairy balls, with my left hand stroking his cock.
    And now my knees are screaming at me.  I move around and sit on a chair on the back wall.  Bearded man is right there in my mouth.  Cock Kisser goes to his knees and sucks me.  The sexual heat of the room goes up a few notches.  I love to be sucked while I suck. We go at it for quite some time.
    I am feeling generous now.  I stop sucking and pull Cock Kisser off me and let him have a turn on Bearded’s big cock.  I squirm back to the floor and move around behind Bearded.  I pull his white underwear down and begin licking his hairy ass.  I have done this once before with him, so I know he likes it.  He really loves this treat of a tongue on both sides of him.  I burrow into him as I can hear the blow job getting wetter.
    The door opens.  We don’t stop, but we slow down. 
    A man walks in.  He stops to look at us for just a moment before sitting in the front row of chairs.  The light shining from the screen reveals he is likely somewhere between 38 to 45.  He has a long, red beard, cropped red hair tight to the scalp and the pale white skin that so often goes with gingers.  He is wearing shorts and a tee.  He looks at the screen and sighs.  (Ok, we’ve stopped playing now and are looking.)  He gets out his phone and begins watching straight porn.  In moments he unzips and pulls out a dick that is very close to my size.
    He strokes.  Cock Kisser salivates.  I look at Bearded and smirk.
    We all stroke.
    Then:  “Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?”
    He spreads his legs.  Waiting.  Ogling the phone.
    I am there, faster and spryer than Cock Kisser.  He doesn’t let me show off much of my skill, he makes it clear he just wants deep throat action.  I try to oblige.  He’s thick enough that it’s hard.  Cock Kisser comes over, stands behind the chair and plays with his nipples.
    “I don’t like that.”
    CK tries just a hand on his neck, massaging.
    “Stop it.”  Cock Kisser goes back to his chair, defeated.
    The Ginger suddenly pulls out of my mouth and begins to jerk his dick.  “I need to stand up to be sucked.” 
    I know that for me that would be an easier angle, but I’m still in a sharing mood.  “Try his mouth.”  I point to Cock Kisser in his corner.  I get out of the way as Ginger moves to him, taking his phone and the over enthusiastic moans of the woman on it.  Ginger pulls down his shorts, revealing his hairy, white ass.  I want to dive in, but think better of it.  I go back to sucking Bearded as Cock Kisser tries to do what Ginger wants.
    I am kneeling right behind Ginger.  Bearded is really turned on now.  He is pre-cumming like crazy.  His cock is making very wet sounds in my mouth.  Suddenly he is there.  I groan in the back of my throat as I get a nice sized load in my mouth.  I swallow and clean him up.  As my hand releases Bearded’s nuts, they brush Ginger’s ass.
    “Shit, did you get your fuckin’ cum on me?”
    I assure him it’s all in my mouth.
    Ginger pulls out of Cock Kisser’s mouth and turns and shoves his thick cock back in me—and halfway down my throat.  “I’m gonna shoot!” he declares, bringing up the phone to block me out with the image on his small screen.
    It’s a huge load.  He shoots over and over.  I can taste a little, but most is shot straight down myt throat.  I can feel his urethra swelling with each splat of cum.  He is loud, but wordless, as he enjoys his orgasm.
    I clean every drop.  He’s too spent to stop me.  He finally pulls out of my mouth, zips up with no other wipe down and leaves.  I have to hurry to get my raging dick into Cock Kisser’s mouth so I can give him every drop of my load…
     
    The original, with comments from my core readers, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Will One of You Cocksuckers Do Me?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2022
  19. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    Cowboy Boots and I had breakfast again, comparing notes about our different evenings.  I went back to the room and made notes about the various cumdumps I’d visited the night before.  It got me thinking that I wanted more from CommunityCumhole.  I checked the BBRT listings.  Of course he was available.
    I didn’t go instantly.  I wrote a post for here.  I waited until after lunch and went back to the pale ginger…
     
    I open his door.  I hear loud groans.  My bud Keshawn is plowing his enormous cock into CoummunityCumhole.   Keshawn, who is totally naked, glances over his shoulder to see who is entering the room.  His face lights up on seeing me.  I come around to see Keshawn’s prick wreck CC’s ass.
    Keshawn pulls out.  I drop to my knees and clean his dick up.  Keshawn playfully pushes my face into the damp hole he has just fucked.  My tongue makes CC squirm and plead for cock.  I give it to him.
    The door opens.  A white, hot, tatted man around my age comes in and strips totally naked.  I give way to him.  He fucks CC with a languid stroke as he watches Keshawn kneel and suck my cock.   When he pulls out, Keshawn moves around to lick him clean.  I eat CC’s hole and fuck him again. 
    As I fuck, I see Tatted Guy finger Keshawn’s hole.   He finds it wet and turns to fuck him.  I expect CC to object—but he seems perfectly fine with another hole being filled besides his own.
    The door opens.  A Black guy around Keshawn’s age comes in.  He strips down, too.  He is shorter and thicker, but with a scimitar of a cock.  Not huge, but large and with a curve that must send bottoms into heaven.  I pull out to let him fuck, but Tatted Guy goes in again.  I go to my knees and suck on that scimitar.  Keshawn kisses the new guy as I do it.  Soon he kneels next to me and we pass the curved dick back and forth with our tongues and mouths.
    Scimitar steps over to CC’s ass.  “Let me have a turn,” he tells Tatted Guy, who obligingly pulls out and takes his cock around to CC’s mouth.  Keshawn sits me on the other bed—and sits on my dick.
    “Fuck, yes!” 
    CommunityCumhole is loving the curved dick.  So much so that he begins being very vocal.  Tatted Guy comes to us for fun instead of CC's mouth.  Keshawn bends over and takes him up his hole again.  I get underneath them to watch.
    Scimitar doesn’t stop fucking until a ripped white 30 something enters.  He pulls out a nice dick and fucks CC.  Long and hard. 
    The rest of us watch, but play at the same time.  Scimitar fucks Keshawn.  I suck Tatted Guy.  We reverse.  I get sucked by Tatted Guy and Keshawn fucks Scimitar’s very round, bubble butt.
    Ripped guy just keeps on plowing.
    Scimitar offers his ass to the two cocksuckers, too.  Tatted Guy fucks him first.  I eat his hole out after that—and have just entered him as Ripped Guy has an explosive orgasm.  His vocal is a long howl of pleasure.   We all ring the bed.  Keshawn cleans the cummy dick as we all take turns fucking in the new load:  Tatted Guy first, then Keshawn, Scimitar and finally me.  After each fuck—and pushing that new load incredibly deeper—each guy gets dressed and leaves. 
    Being a gentleman, I clean up CC’s hole with my tongue before I go.
    I also mark his ass with the marker for another load taken…
    *
    I went to the vendor mart late that afternoon.  I am always curious what is new.  But I didn’t need dildos or leather gear.  I finally found Ray Dalton, the porn star, and his Fornication booth.  
    Ray created a drug free fuck party called Fornication, where he hires porn stars to not perform—but to fuck with the attendees.  Keshawn has been to at least one, maybe two of them and thought they were terrific.  Fornication is now here at IML and would be held in the bathhouse tonight.  I knew I would be going.
    I found Ray and introduced myself.  At the top of the month our mutual friend, The Professor, who has appeared in so many pages on this blog, had died.   I wrote Ray as I knew they were close.  Ray not only wrote me a wonderfully warm and heartfelt note, but wrote and published a lovely obit in the Fornication newsletter.  We hugged and teared up a little in the middle of the IML chaos.
    Ray answered my question about the event (More on that in the next post.) We reminisced a little about The Professor.  Ray also introduced me to a porn newbie, a man my age, Reuben Foxx.  But Ray was now being besieged by men on all sides with questions and photo requests.  As I stood there, a little dazed, I was grabbed, turned and kissed squarely on the mouth.  I had to focus fast.  Well fuck me, it was my porn bud, Jake Morgan. 
    I stuttered a “Hello!” and watched Jake's fabulous butt vanish in the milling crowd…
     
    The original post, with some pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Friday: A Mini-Orgy and Some Porn Guys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 21, 2022
  20. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2022
    I had a quick dinner and made some notes about the Master and the boy for my future write up.  Then I logged into BBRT.  The quick connect and the party ads are overflowing with men.  But everyone is a cumdump.  No one seems to want to actually have or want a true sex party.  I look around and select two who seem interesting.  During my time, a top friend lets me know I should visit a guy he’s whoring out.  I get room numbers for the three.  I might not make it to all three if one of them is superb.  But I have options—and I like that…
     
    I go up a few floors.  I start with CommunityCumhole.  (Yes, that is his real handle.  I asked and he wants to be identified here with it—it’s good business.)  He has a great reputation and I know is based in the Midwest.  We have not met. 
    The door is shut but the lock is taped over.  I give one rap and push it open.  There is not much light, but I can easily see a larger man fucking the lithe ginger on all fours on the bed nearest the window.  He finishes up.  He does not add a hash mark to the butt cheek, so I assume he did not cum.  He zips up and leaves.
    I move behind CC and kneel.  My tongue sinks into his used hole.  He is very wet.  My cock goes from erect to swollen.  I lap some out rather noisily and spit it back into him.  He groans—and I don’t want him to think I’ve come just to eat his prize…
    I stand up.  My cock glides in.  Easily and smoothly.  I fuck.  The cum he’s taken froths.  I pull out, lick it up and spit it on his hole before fucking it back inside.
    The door opens.  An extremely handsome guy in his 30’s comes in.  He strokes himself to hardness as I fuck, his big cock jutting from the fly of his jeans.  I nod to him and pull out. I stroke and he proceeds to throw a very hard fuck into CC.  I love watching this hot, Italianate man plow into the white, white skin of the ginger on the bed.  He suddenly pulls out.  Is he a silent cummer?  I offer the magic marker to him, but he shakes his head as he forces that hot, hard cock back into his jeans and zips up.
    I go back to eating CC’s hole and then fuck him again.
    The door opens.  A couple comes in.  One quite big, one quite small.  The small guy unzips—and begins a jack rabbit fuck the moment I pull out.  His friend or boyfriend strokes—but never touches anyone.  The small guy suddenly grunts.  He marks CC’s ass—and he leaves with the bigger guy, just getting his cock back in his pants as they go out the door.
    I go back.  There is a froth of cum around his hole.  I clean it up.  I stand to go back in—and an alarm goes off.  CC has to get ready for a function.  I tell him I will come back another day.
    I go up a flight.  This door is actually ajar.  I walk in.  My top friend, big and Black, smiles at me and tells me to unzip.  I do.  A mousy man is rutting hard into a 50 something out-of-towner on all fours at the foot of the bed.  Mousy Man looks at me over his shoulder.  He fucks even harder—and shoots a load.
    “Let this tall daddy clean your dick,” says the host.  (He knows me too well!)  I do--savoring the cum.  I also save some to reverse felch back into the cumdump.  I still don’t even know what this pig looks like, except he has a shapely butt.  I spit and push it deep.  The cumdump groans.
    “He’s a nasty man,” says the equally nasty man who’s hosting this guy.
    I stand up and fuck.  He’s juicy and loaded.  I fuck.  Hard and fast.  I make his loads froth.  I spend time licking them up and spitting them back in.  I fuck.  I am near loading him.
    The door opens and it’s a drunk.  The host moves fast to steer him out, buy my moment is gone.  I fuck some more, make him clean my dick and tell the guy I need a break. 
    I go down the elevator and to the other tower of the hotel.  This one is a duo. Two friends or partners, in their 20’s, according to the profile.  I open their door.  One is in a sling and the other on all fours on an arm chair.  The one in the sling is getting fucked.  A guy is watching and stroking.  I fuck the blindfolded guy in the chair.  It’s very low—so I am doing deep knee bends to fuck. 
    The guy in the sling has a hood on.  He takes the load.  I fuck him next.  He grunts as I piston in and out in his loads…and then he holds up his hand, in need of a break.  I go back to the one in the chair.  My dick is covered in cum.
    “I have cum for you from your friend.”  I push in.
    The pig grunts—and after a dozen strokes asks me to stop.  “No dicks refused…” I mutter as I zip up, quoting part of their ad.  I shut the door.
    I go back up to the cumpig with my friend.  They are surprised I’m back.  I just make a beeline to the bed.  There is more load oozing from this man.  I lap it.
    I fuck.
    And I shoot my load in with the countless loads all ready in his guts…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Thursday Night: Trying Out Some Cumdumps (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 20,2022
  21. FelchingPisser

    IML Thursday: Master and boy

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2022
    Cowboy Boots and I had  really good eggs Benedict the next morning.  I think he went off shopping and I wrote a piece for the blog.  By the afternoon, I was horned.  I got online. There were a few more men in the hotel by this point.  I saw that an old fuck bud was here.  He is a man well known in the gay community.  I only seem him at these events.  (See:   “CLAW:  Master and Slave.”)  The Master is a man my age, incredibly dapper.  But once the suit and tie come off he is a delicious pig.  His snow white hair was still impeccably trimmed but he now sported a pandemic goatee.  We had not seen each other since 2017—and needed to re-connect.  He did not have his slave with him, but he had new boy in tow.
    “He is off doing some Chicago things, but come on down so we can get re-acquainted.  You can meet him later.” 
    I grabbed my lube and went down a couple of floors, using the stairs…
     
    The door opens.  Master looks great.  Stark naked.  Are there more tats on his body now?  I can’t tell.  We kiss deeply.  I ditch my clothes but of course, I put my boots back on.  My jock pouch is mounded.  He drops to his knees and gnaws at me through the stained fabric.  He groans out “I’ve missed this…” and proceeds to lick the pouch, making my cock swell even more.  His teeth pull it away from my body and he is now giving me deep, very wet, head.  
    His mouth is now going to my balls.  He gets the hair there incredibly wet with his saliva.  And suddenly he drops to my boots.  Licking the toes of them—hard enough that I can feel it through the leather.  I love that this man who is Dom with others, totally subs out with me.
    “Get on the bed.  I need to eat your ass.”  (How many times will I be saying that this weekend?)  He scrambles up on the bed and presents his butt.  His hands reach back and pull his cheeks apart.  My tongue pushes in.  I eat him out, leaving a ton of spit behind.  I rear up and slide my dick into him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch.  He gasps—and takes me all the way in.  He groans into the top sheet.  I hold for a long moment after I finally bottom out.  I grind my pubes into his stretched hole.   The Master pants—and tells me to fuck him hard. “Fuckin’ use  me.”
    I begin the fuck—my pace faster than I expect.  I love the sound of my balls slapping his ass.  He groans and goes into his own fuck head space as I pick up the fuck speed.  I pull out, my flared head making a slight popping sound.
    “Let me taste it…”
    I move around to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock of every drop of ass juice.  I go back around and fuck him again.  I feed him my wet cock again to clean.  And this time we kiss so I can share in all the juices.
    “Sit on my face.”
    I lie down on the bed and he happily straddles me.  He slowly lowers his fucked hole to my waiting mouth.  Now I tongue fuck his hole.  Eventually, without prompting, he rolls off me so we can kiss.  He can’t get enough of the taste of his hungry hole.  Without any warning, he rolls me over.  His tongue finds my hole.  He groans as he eats my ass. When he finally stops:  “So you know, the boy doesn’t eat hole—but loves his eaten.”  I file the info away.
    “I have to piss, do you want it?  It might be strong.”
    We go into the bathroom in case it’s nasty.  I kneel and instead he feeds me really sweet piss.  I save some in my mouth for when I stand up and kiss him.  We pass it back and forth with our tongues.
    We go back and fuck some more.  I even grab a towel, get it under him and piss in his hole before I lick some of it out and then fuck the rest deeper into him.
    We take a breather.  “I will text you when the boy is here and ready.”
    We take a break—I get the text in an hour or so.  “Boy is waiting and eager.”
    I go downstairs again.  Both are naked.  Boy is solidly built.  Maybe 40.  And eager.  He is all over me, under the watchful eye of Master.  I get the boy on the bed on all fours.  Master feeds him cock and I eat his hole.  Soon enough I switch to my dick.  It’s a great fuck—we go round and round, both using both his holes.  The boy is just as hungry for the taste of his own ass as his Master.
    I instruct Master to lie down on the bed, face up.  I have boy on all fours over him.  I fuck—and Master can lick my cock as it pounds his boy.  It’s hot…and raises the temperature of the room.  I fuck and fuck…
    “Let’s flip this,” says the Master.  The boy gets under, the Master straddles him.  I fuck—and boy is just as enthusiastic of tasting Master’s ass jizz on the underside of my dick.
    We re-group.  One sitting on my face and one riding my cock.  I let Master decide when they should switch who is where.  I am in total bliss as I have ass on both my cock and tongue.
    The boy pulls off my cock.  He goes between my spread legs, lifts them and begins to eat my ass.  I groan—and the Master, who has dismounted, just grins at me, shaking his head with that ‘you never know’ look.
    I fuck them both one more time.  I would like to breed, but the guys need to be at some IML function…We promise to come back for more later.
    I go to dinner…and wonder what the night will bring…
     
    The original post is here, along with 1418 others:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Thursday: Master and boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2022
  22. FelchingPisser

    IML Wednesday: Two Familiar Asses

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2022
    Sometime during our bathhouse play at CLAW, Cowboy Boots asked if I would like to be his roommate at IML.  I told him I had planned on going, but to just a couple of events of the leather weekend—and thought I’d stay in a cheaper hotel.  Well, he had a suite at the host hotel and the man he thought he’d be sharing it with had made other plans.  I told him I would think about it.
    Once I was home, I realized I did want to spend a little more time at the event.  I sent CB a text saying I’d be happy to split the room with him.  He wrote back that he would like to treat me.  And that I should bring the sling. 
    It was already packed and ready to go.
    Cowboy Boots had gotten an extra day, so I drove into Chicago on Wednesday—the day before most folks arrived; a day that is for the organizers and vendors to set everything up.  I was curious to see if the hotel would be busy.  I arrived safely and with less city-driving hassle than usual.  The Congress had had a much needed renovation since I had last been in it.  I got there before CB and went up to inspect the room.  It was indeed a two room suite with two walk in closets.  The view towards Lake Michigan was lovely.
    CB arrived.  He was concerned there was only one queen-sized bed when he had told me there were two doubles.  We ended up having a rollaway out in the living area as well.  That way if I needed to go to bed, Cowboy Boots could continue taking random loads out there before he joined me in the big bed.  It worked perfectly.  The sling was also set up in the living room and available. 
     
    I have eaten dinner and it’s time for sex.  I decide to start easy.  There are not a lot of men on BBRT and not enough men in the hotel yet to go cruising, looking for an open door.  I talk to someone who is helping one of the vendors do set up, but he doesn’t actually know his schedule for the evening.  Cowboy Boots is prepping to have a night of open door as a cumdump. 
    In the flashing lists, I see a man who I know.  We have fucked, but we tend to talk more via a sex forum as he lives several states away.  He is here.  And he is even in our tower of rooms.  I go down a few flights.  His door is ajar.
    Eroswired is sprawled on the bed, ass up.  I am in my flight suit, so I can just do one zipper and be naked enough to fuck.  I kneel behind him and dig my tongue into his full ass.  He can’t have been sure when I opened the door if it was me, but now he knows.  He groans.  Lots of men don’t bother to use their tongue on him.  They should.  He responds with moans and perhaps a “It’s all yours, Sir.”  I eat my fill.  My cock is oozing precum.  I want to give it to him.  I stand up and smear it onto his pucker.  I kneel again and eat some more.
    Now I’m ready.  I stand up and slide into him.  He takes me, working his ass to make it a most pleasurable entry.  I hold to let him adjust---but he’s already ready.  The man was trained well.  Literally.
    I begin to pump into him.  He groans again.  I let out an involuntary moan myself.  My cock is responding to his skills—his squeeze and release or the slight push back onto me.  He keeps it varied.  I never know what’s coming.
    I fuck the hole of the man trained to service any man’s cock.  Hard.
    That thought actually brings me very close to spewing my seed.  But for some reason my mind shuts down the impending orgasm.
    We fuck for quite a bit longer, but it is suddenly much more just pleasant friction.
    I pull out.  He cleans me.
    We chat a little.  It’s his first IML.  I remind him that this is a bonus day—I have never been here this early.  The hordes arrive starting tomorrow.
    *
    I go back to the room.  As I open the door, it hits a soda can.  Ah, Cowboy Boots is expecting others and has his early warning device out.  I find him ass up on the bed.  Waiting.
    I let him know it’s me by sinking to my knees and licking his ass crack.  He’s wet.  I can’t actually tell if it’s cum or lube.  I don’t care.  I just want to eat his ass.  I love the wetness and moan out my pleasure in doing him.
    He tells me that he’s been fucked a lot—he’s not sure if anyone unloaded.  I don’t care—and tell him so.  He tastes so damn good.
    I stand up and fuck him. 
    My cock loves the juices of his ass.
    I pump my cock into him over and over…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML Wednesday: Two Familiar Asses (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 17, 2022
  23. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—May, 2022
    So after my so-so bookstore experience on a Saturday afternoon, I was back at my regular haunt on a Tuesday afternoon (really?).  Different men plus a different place equaled a different experience entirely…
     
    The parking lot is full enough to be potentially interesting.  The straight theatre has a smattering of men and a horrid point of view movie.  I don’t even linger to get hard.  I go around to the gay theatre.  Only one man is there.  The movie here, too, is quite lame:  Twinks trying to act long scenes before the sex starts.  But I sit down.  I take out my dick.  There is just enough action to get me hard. 
    I look over at the other man.  He is a thickly built bear in a loud tee, shorts and sandals.  He catches my eye and says hello with a moderately thick southwestern twang.  He tells me he is from Texas and just passing through.   He asks if there are other places like this in the area.  I fill him in with what I know.  As we talk, he takes a drink of soda and then carefully applies Chapstick.
    We move on to other things:  early crushes, losing our virginities and college life.  He was a closet gay for a long time.  “But out and proud now.”  I tell him of meeting my partner so early in my coming out—and how it truly turned me from a boy, though 20, to a man.  And not just from the sex.
    We are having one of those conversations where it is easier to talk to stranger than a friend.  But it can’t last. 
    Finally:  “I sure would like to suck that monster you’re stroking.”
    My dick’s gone half soft with all the talk, but I stand up and let him get me hard again. The guy is good.  I like his variety of suction and tongue action.  I hold my cock and let Tex lick my balls.  He loves the scent of them and says so.  Soon it’s back to the cock. 
    It’s all good, but not enough to make me shoot.  I finally sit back down.  The Chapstick comes out.
    The door opens.  A regular walks in.  I have sucked this man any number of times—and he has done me.  Logically, he takes the offered mouth of the new guy in town.  Tex makes short work of him.  I am glad to see he swallows.  The regular leaves—having paid the admission for 5 minutes of sex.  Tex pulls out the Chapstick.
    We chat more.  And the twink movie freezes up on the screen.  “I’ll take care of it,” says Tex and ambles out to the front desk to get them to change the film.  He’s gone for a bit.  Likely a piss with all the soda he’s been drinking.  The new movie starts, just as he comes back in.
    “I asked her to put on something I picked out.”
    It’s Filthy Fucking Orgy from SkynMen. 
    PIC
    And he’s right.  It’s hot as fuck.  He still doesn’t stroke—just sort of gropes himself.
    The door opens.  A 30-ish otter.  Hair coming out of every opening on his white A-shirt. His shorts are already plumped.  He sits to the side and slightly in front of us.  The Otter kicks off his sandals.  And in moments a big, thick dick emerges from the shorts.  He must hate the feel of the zipper on the base of his shaft, for he quickly stands up and shorts drop to the floor around his ankles.  He kicks them into a pile on top of his sandals.  There is a white jock, framing a hairy, hard bubble butt.  He sits for a moment—and finally strips off the A-shirt.  He’s naked, hard, hung and hairy…and jerking hard to the hot movie. 
    And to us.  He has looked back in our direction three times already.  He spreads his legs in the classic “I’m available to be sucked” move.  I look at Tex.  He indicates he can’t do the floor—I should go for it.  I stand up, my cock jutting straight out.  I kneel and look at the Otter.  He grins and spreads his legs wider.  I suck his thick dick—having to be really mindful of my teeth he is so thick.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  Tex has come over to stand behind the Otter’s chair, run his hands over the hairy chest and tweak his nipples.  I think I have an easy load.  Minutes from now, the way he’s pre-cumming.
    I finally have to come up for air.  The Otter reaches down and hefts my cock.  “You need to fuck me with this.”
    There is actually a beat of silence before I answer—did I hear him correctly? 
    “Fuck yes.”
    Instantly we move.  The Otter bends over the back of a chair.  I go to my knees to rim his hot ass.  The hair is sopping wet before I even begin drilling into his pucker.  His butt hole tells the tale…he is fucked quite often if I am any judge of gape.  His pucker now flowers open with my tongue eating him out.
    Tex uses the seat next to us to lower himself to the floor.  He is not going to miss a chance to suck that beautiful dick.  He squirms around and begins to suck.  I take this as my cue to fuck, and stand up.
    “You want this raw cock in you…?”  I let the sentence dangle, giving him the choice.
    “Fuck, yes.  Breed me.”
    My lubed dick begins the slide to home.  He is a clamper.  He squeezes down on me in a rapid, practiced way as I work my way in.  He groans as my hairy pubes meet his hairy hole.  I grind them together before I start the fuck.  In and out.  Making myself go slowly.
    Tex suddenly squeals around the dick in his mouth.  I want to kill him if he’s gotten the Otter off before I can start—but no, it’s Tex that has shot giving head.  He squirms around and watches the fuck from below.   I am fucking full speed now.  Finally, Tex sits up, some ass jizz splattered on his happy face. 
    “I’ll let you guys fuck in peace,” he says as he stuffs some paper towel into his undershorts. 
    The door bangs—and I pick up the pace even more.
    “You got a big load for me, Daddy?”
    “Oh, yeah. A nice three day load.”
    I fuck faster.  Harder.  My hips slap that hairy ass with a wet sound that turns both of us on.
    “Give it to me.  Don’t make me beg…”
    I slap his ass hard.  He shudders and suddenly I’m there.
    “Here it comes, man…”
    The Otter groans.  I groan and shoot round after round into his wet hole.
    I hold in place for a long time.  He doesn’t move.  He doesn’t want to break the connection any more than I do.
    Finally, I pull out.  I go to my knees and clean up any cum that has escaped.  The Otter moans.  “So…hot…”
    I stand.  He spins around and kisses me, hungering for the taste of his sloppy hole…
    *
    He asks for my phone number—and I have a text waiting for me when I get to the car…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Texan and the Naked Otter (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 11, 2022.
  24. FelchingPisser

    Bookstore Head (and No Tails)

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All

    By FelchingPisser,


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

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