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Well the last five days were an all time best for me giving and getting loads. Wife was away for the week and myself and three other married dad-types were able to host six, super hot suck, rim 69, fuck, cum and felch sessions. In our six meetings I delivered 10 loads into three asses and received four. I also got to eat lots of creampie fresh from the oven, lol. My cock is raw, my asshole is sore and fortunately I have lots of video to keep me boned until we play again.
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A November Group: "You Dirty Pigs..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—November, 2023 I love group sex. I heard that the house party to the north of me, dormant for a few months, was happening again in November. The host was excited I would be back in the state. He expected a bigger turn out. He hoped I might bring the fuck bench and rim seat to help keep them all busy. I packed them into the car and drove into town, arriving just a little early so I could get the equipment set up before the guests arrived. The host, a short, thin man, just under my age, greeted me effusively. As I set up the bench, he told me again he was expecting as many as 20 men. We usually had 10 to 15, so this was indeed good news. We took everything upstairs. I set the bench up behind where his sling, which was hung from the rafters. In the other room was his huge bed. The rimseat just fit under the sloping roof line. He now had big screen porn playing there. I went down to strip off and get my clothes into my gym bag. And the men started arriving… The first two to arrive look familiar, but I don’t really know if I know them. Both are bigger men and strip down quickly. They disappear up the stairs before I finish putting my boots back on. I go up the stairs. The top is lying on his back being orally serviced by the, I soon learn, versatile man. I help out by kneeling and licking the versatile’s ass. He groans. “Eat that hole,” the Thick Top groans out. I re-double my efforts. The host comes in briefly just to look at us. He’s still fully clothed and in doorman mode. He kneads his crotch as he watches us—before heading down to greet the next arrival. I’m ready to fuck. “I have his hole nice and ready for you,” I tell Thick Top. “Go ahead…” I stand up and slide in. There is nothing like the first fuck of the night. Tatted Vers has to stop sucking and concentrate for a moment on my invasion. The moment he relaxes, I begin to fuck and he goes back to sucking cock. We change position slightly. Thick Top turns around and slides under Tatted Vers to suck him as I keep fucking. A new man, comes into the room. He’s a regular, balding and incredibly hairy everywhere else. He is likely 40 something and is all top—until the first dick goes up his ass. And then he usually bottoms the rest of the night. He nods to me in greeting and kneels, sucking on Thick Top’s cock. I continue to fuck, liking how we have all just added into the action as we arrive. When I finally pull out, Hairy Top stops sucking and takes a turn up Tatted Vers. Thick Top goes downstairs, leaving the three of us to fuck. I kneel, watching the hard cock ream the hole I was just fucking. Hairy Top remembers my kinks. He pulls out of the ass for a moment to let me suck him. Then he pushes back in. This makes Tatted Vers look over his shoulder at us. He like what he sees. “You dirty pigs…” and then “Fuck!” as the cock, with all my spit, re-enters him. I stay right there and we do it all again. I spell Hairy Top. He takes his dick around to Tatted Vers’ mouth. I hear the hungry ATM happening as I eat out the freshly fucked ass. I stand up and push into his wet and hungry hole… * I take a break and go downstairs. A young man I recognize from here is getting fucked on the living room couch by Thick Top. I know I will never stand a chance with the young guy—he will only play with men who have a gut—so Thick Top is his perfect sex partner. I grab a bottle of water and go upstairs again. I convince Tatted Vers to get in the sling. I get him into the stirrups and eat his ass once more. I stand up and fuck. The sling is hung a little low and I need to do knee bends to get into him. The host arrives, now naked but for a jock and harness. He sucks Tatted Vers’ cock as I fuck. The moment I pull out, the Host is on my cock, cleaning me. I let him get me cleaned up then playfully push his face into Tatted Vers’ hole. I hold him there. He squirms—and his tonguing make Tatted Vers pant. I let him go so I can fuck him once more. The guys switch. The Host gets into the sling. Tatted Vers pulls the Host’s head into that awkward angle, so you can suck while lying in a sling. I eat out the Host’s ass and give him the first fuck of the party. He is such a small man, that I always feel like I am stretching his hole way out. He loves it and tells me to fuck him harder. Tatted Vers goes looking for cock. I fuck and fuck. I rim him. “Can you taste the loads I took this afternoon?” I can’t—but I groan at the idea. It makes me fuck him harder on the next round. A man walks in. Late 30’s, shaved head, medium height. Latin. And hung. Think my cock with a foreskin. He grins at us and dives into the Host’s ass the moment I offer it. He fucks him. Hard and fast. I clean his cock, working my tongue under his foreskin. Maybe now I can taste those afternoon loads. Or at least I like to think so. He goes back to fucking the Host. Then it’s my turn. I fuck. Latin Top thinks a moment—then cleans my cock just as I did his. He likes it. We do it to each other all night whenever we share a hole… * The party has topped at seven men. The young man has totally co-opted Thick Top—who plays with no one else the rest of the night. I do see the young man get fucked briefly by another guy with a gut—Tatted Vers. I go back upstairs. Latin Top pulls out of the Host, now on the bed. The Host says he needs to check in with the others downstairs. Latin Top moves to me. He pulls me into an embrace. His hands go around me and he begins to slide his hand down to my ass. His finger finds my hole. “Let me fuck you.” I decline, nicely, I think. He’s surprised. That cock, just like mine, is so often a ticket into other tops. “I like to get fucked occasionally,” he tells me. “But I can’t take you.” I suggest the rimseat as there is no one else upstairs. I go under and eat his hole. He loves this. He jerks his big cock all the time I am reaming him out. We stop when the Host and Hairy Top come upstairs. Hairy Top decides to bottom the moment he sees Latin Top’s cock. I fuck the host. The men are both on their backs side by side on the bed. Holding hands. We plow into our two holes. Latin Top looks over at me. “Switch?” We do. It’s been years since I was up Hairy Top. It’s great to fuck him again—especially after he’s been opened up by another man of size. He grins up at me. I fuck him hard—until Latin Top says to switch back… * It’s late. Tatted Vers is on the bed lying face down. Latin Top is up him. And plowing like he wants to get off. I stand near them. There is no way Tatted Vers can suck my cock, he needs to have every thought on how to service the big cock in his ass. Latin Top slows down his anal assault. I think he’s about to offer me the hole. Instead, he says, “Finger me.” I lube up a finger and slide into him as he fucks. “More.” I give him two. “Just fuck me!” I get up on the bed, between the two sets of legs there. Latin Top stops fucking as I enter him. He moans loudly. I slide into him far easier than I expect. I hold in place. “Fuck yourself,” I tell him. “Into him and back on me.” I stay still letting him do just that. I can feel he’s getting close. He picks up the speed. He is pummeling the bottom and his own ass on the back stroke. Suddenly he shoots, driving into the ass under him. I take the moment for a couple of hard strokes. I gasp. I am shooting inside him. Spurt after spurt. The Host arrives, just in time to clean two cocks and two asses… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A November Group: "You Dirty Pigs..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 2, 2023 -
Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head. I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking. He eats the hole, hungrily. It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me. I kneel and slurp at his hole. I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum. I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep. A get a few more drips. I want more. I stand up and fuck him. This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke. Zane groans. The other man groans. I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt. I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue… * I stay in the basement. I am treated to ass of every age and every color. There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling. He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts. There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed. He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked. I love watching his dick move with my pumping. I am making it drool. I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck. There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier. This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking. There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair. He is on all fours. He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass. I am the fifth. He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum. I do what he asks. I slam into his hairy ass cheeks. He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed. I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock. Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock. I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it. The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again. “Do me first. I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner. He kneels. I eat his ass for just a moment. I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock. “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM. “Yes, give me your dick.” I enter him for the first time ever. The extra cum makes me slide in easily. The guy takes my dick like a champ. His tiny partner watches in awe. Soon he kneels next to him. His ass up, mirroring his partner. They kiss. I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM. Both of them groan. I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner. “Give it to us both…” I do. Back and forth. Repeatedly. One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum. I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more. I pull out. Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other… * I find Zane at the sling. He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night. “You know I love top ass,” he grins. I nod. “Oh, I shot my load in ____.” He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. I smile. I know he can still take dick after cumming. He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement. It is not quite so crowded now. Men are getting off and going upstairs for food. The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. I nod. He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room. I go over. “Give me some more of that great dick.” I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again. I can taste cum. He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table. I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him. Though some I drool down onto my dick. I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him. He grunts. He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking. I am fucking him harder now. My hips seem to have a mind of their own. I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers. He hands me the open bottle. I take a hit without thinking about it. I hand it back to him. He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me. Fuck! I begin pummeling his ass. I am sure I am going to blow my load. I can’t stop thrusting. In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole. Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more. Cum is oozing out of him. I lick it up and swallow. I stand up. I am driven to fuck. I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load. Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him. I shake and hold onto the chains. He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso. He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 24, 2023
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Chicago—November, 2023 Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago. (It always pays to fuck the host!) The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life. (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.) I was excited. I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week. I arrived in the late afternoon. I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees. I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables. Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening… I actually sleep. I feel weight on the bed—and now on me. Zane is naked and crawling on top of me. I am just in my jock. He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me. I am fully awake now. My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock. But Zane doesn’t want my cock. Not now. He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit. I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job. He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth. We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other. He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit. We kiss again. He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed. Instinctively I spread my legs. I know what he wants. He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower. They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s. He groans. He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again. “This is your wake-up call,” he whispers. “I’m going to go clean up.” I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff. I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them. I do add my harness. I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck. Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks. I brush my teeth as the doorbell rings with the first attendees. I walk down and find a bottle of water. Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer. I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon. I go back up the stairs and wait. There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck. I just need to wait a moment. Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed. One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time. He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me. He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass. The are so into each other, I don’t add in. Instead, I go down two flights to the basement. This is what I need. Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room. One of the two slings is busy, too. Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock. The age range here is from 28 to 78. I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something. I walk to the bed. One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age. He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth. This makes his top fuck him harder. He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick. “You want a turn?” asks the Top. I nod. He pulls out and the bottom spins around. I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole. The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom. I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night. I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me. The couple next to me disengage. The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man. He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck. Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck. Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked. He does so as he sucks a Black bear. I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man. He does. He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival. I work my way around the bed. Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later. It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages. I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it. I am standing between the bed and the empty sling. A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself. The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them. My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees. “Suck that big dick,” says the daddy. The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good. He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks. Now me, now the Daddy. We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time. The Daddy moves off after a bit. I am left with the handsome guy. He stands up. He is as tall as I am and just as lean. His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear. I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base. He moans. I give him head for a few minutes. My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear. I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks. He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles. I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass. Now he groans. He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard. I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face. He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss. As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.” My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker. I work just the tip into him. “Be really slow with that thing.” He turns and braces himself against the post. “Would you relax more in the sling?” He would and does. He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help. I kneel again and rim him one more time. His cheeks are hairless. There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack. It only becomes visible when I soak it. I stand up and work my cock head into him. He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily. I stay still and lock eyes with him. He holds my gaze. As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us. “Pound me.” I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make the chains rattle. I slow down and pull out. “Let me suck it,” he groans. I give him my cock to clean. I move back between his legs. I rim his now dripping hole. He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber. I feast on his hole. Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock. I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too. We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other. I go back and fuck him. Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear. Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock. This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me. I can feel his breath on my ass. I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack. He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck. The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock. He stops now and asks for a break. “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins. I help him out. Zane grabs my arm. “Let’s go use the rimseat.” We go up two flights. There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed. We ignore them. “Who goes under first?” he asks. “I will.” And I do. I lie down. Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face. It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one. I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” (Lots more to come!) I will publish a new part each day. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20, 2023
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Chicago—August, 2023 Zane had reached out to me to tell me that, for the first time in a long time, there would be a house party at his big house in Chicago. He assured me I could come in to town a little early, nap and be ready for an all-night orgy. I didn’t even need to help with the set up this time as a crew of guys in the group had already gotten covers on the furniture, lube set out, etc. I was excited. This was the house where all four floors were pressed into service as the group numbered around 90 men. The basement had two slings hung from the rafters and a large bed between them. There was also a big couch stuck in the corner. The main floor was for food and drink and you could park your bag of clothes by the front door. There was a massage table set up on this floor, too, which proved quite popular. On the second floor, the master bedroom was open for use. I did bring my rimseat (as Zane and I wanted some time switching out on it) and it was set up there. There was also a smaller bedroom, the one I usually stayed in, set up for play, with the bed in the middle of the room. On the third floor was a sling in a stand and another double bed. I arrived in good time. Zane was at the back gate to greet me. He introduced me to another house guest, a cute man in his late 30’s who was a friend the roommates. We set up the rimseat and I napped, all but naked for my jock, in the small bedroom. I was woken by the exploring tongue of Zane in my damp armpit. We got each other hard—and then he left to do last minute things. I showered, dressed in my boots and the now stained jock belonging to one of my readers. Voices and doorbells…it’s time. I go down the stairs to find a bottle of water… I find my water and take a swig from the bottle. About 20 men are here so far; all ages, all types, all drinking and laughing, stripped down to jocks or underwear and an occasional harness. The food is out—but I want to fuck. I go back upstairs to see who might follow. They are already there. On the bed I just left is a Chicago fist bud I met years ago. He is white, tall and lean, maybe 15 years younger than me. A shorter Latino has him on all fours and is fucking him. “You’re here!” pants out my buddy as I free my dick from the jock. I kneel on the bed and feed him my hardening cock. The Latino grins and pounds into him harder. “You should fuck him now,” says the Latino, pulling out and showing me his short but thick piece of meat. I move around and go to my knees. My tongue connects with the first of dozens of asses I will feast on tonight. My bud is a great self luber—his hole is wet and sweet. I hear him slobbering over the cock that was just inside him. I stand up and push in. Gently. His hole flowers open to take me easily. I like seeing the Latino’s eyes widen as he sees all my inches disappear into the ass he opened so well. I fuck. Slow and easy, building a little in pace. I suggest we change holes again. We do. My bud ravenously licks me clean as the Latino goes up him again. “You should know,” whispers my friend, “that he’s not just a top—he has a sweet ass.” I nod and shut him up by fucking his face. We switch again. This time I clean the Latino’s cock before he let’s my friend suck it. We both fuck into him in our respective holes. “Come fuck him again. I want to eat your ass on the back stroke.” He moves around. He slips into my friend and I kneel behind him. He fucks easy, so as not to dislocate my jaw. He pauses slightly on each backstroke to grind against my mouth. We are all getting just what we want. “Please fuck me—right now.” I stand up. The Latino has stopped moving. I push into his tighter hole, about a third of my length. I stand stock still. “Do the work,” I command. He does—fucking into the ass in front of him and taking me all the way on the backstroke. My bud groans. The Latino groans. I begin to pant. My bud goes from on his knees to flat on the bed. We all go with him, still connected. But now I’m in charge of drilling. The Latino lies motionless and let’s me pound into him—which drives his dick into the ass under him. “Well, hello, Pigs!” A young white man, no more than 28, has entered. He has shaggy, longer hair and a big hard cock. We move so that I can keep fucking the Latino, but my friend worms out for under us to suck the young man. I fuck the Latino, now on all fours. My friend goes from sucking the new guy’s dick to rolling onto his back and taking him up his ass. We fuck our respective bottoms side by side, both tops checking each other out. “Let’s switch,” he says. We pull out. He sees my full length for the first time. “Damn…” he says as he enters the Latino. I just nod as I fuck my friend in this new position. Another man arrives. Our partners shift again. The Latino is sucking the new guy. Long Hair turns to me. “Do you think we can DP him?” My bud is more than game. I lie on my back. He sits on my raging hardon, facing me. Long Hair pokes at my cock, I can feel his wet head on my exposed shaft. He pushes—and joins me, filling the wet ass for just a moment, but my cock plops out as he begins to fuck. We try once again, with me nearer the edge of the bed. Long Hair can now stand between my legs. Again, he pokes at the hole filled with my cock, now deeper inside my thin bud. And he goes in. We all hold our breath. He’s in so much deeper. I can feel his cock rub against the underside of my dick. Then he begins to move. Shallow fucking at first. Holy fuck! This is the first DP in forever that actually feels good to me. I feel this fullness of ass and the rubbing I so often with my egg headed toy—and here it is with real cock. I just hold still and groan. Long Hair is picking up the pace. He is groaning. My bud is whimpering in my ear as he is hammered by Long Hair. “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” Fuck, I can feel his jizz coat my cock. He holds in place a long time. In all my years, I have never had a man shoot during a DP. I love it. When Long Hair finally pulls out, he brings his cock up to my bud to clean. He does—and then he snowballs some to me. We swap the jizz for a moment before I let him swallow it. “Sit on my face.” I love Long Hair’s expression, as my bud sits down on top of my mouth to feed me the rest of the load, drop by drop… (And we are only an hour into the party…lots more to come I will try to post a piece each day.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party: "Well, Hello, Pigs!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2023 .
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An Audition for the Bare Fuck Club My boyfriend and I had fooled around behind each other's backs for some time. I knew he was getting fucked by other guys, and he knew I was fucking other guys too, but we kept it discreet and never really talked about it. I always played safe with other guys, but fucked my boy bare. I assumed that he made the guys fucking him wear condoms, especially after finding a half-empty box of rubbers in our closet. I was headed out of town for two weeks for a project and we agreed to video chat as often as possible. The first few days we chatted and caught up, and he always seemed focused and happy to see me. On the third day, he seemed distracted, like someone else was in the room. I made a joke that I didn't want to keep him from his date, and he blushed before making excuses and logging off. The next day, I jokingly asked how his date went. I was surprised when he said, “Pretty well. He fucked me good!” I still wasn't sure if he was serious, and I asked if he was well-hung. “Fuck yeah. He's got at least ten thick inches, and he knows how to use it!” My jaw dropped. My boy went on, “When he came in me, I swear I could feel it in my throat!” I was shocked that he had let some other guy breed him. I guess over the next few days, the guy came back, fucked him raw again, and gave him his load. A few days later the guy brought a friend along too. Both guys took turns at my boy's ass before they creamed his hole. My boy made sure to tell me in detail how they used him and how much he liked feeling their cum leaking out of his slack hole. I couldn't help but be turned on. The following day was my last full day out of town and he messaged me a pic of his ass full of hard dick, with cum oozing out of his ass and puddling on his top's huge hairy balls. I came hard jerking off to his photo. My boyfriend met me at the airport and told me he had a fresh load simmering in his gut as he drove us home. As soon as we were inside, we tore off each other's clothes. Right there in the hallway, I had him bent over the staircase railing with his jeans at his ankles and spread his cheeks. I knelt down and slipped my tongue into his loosened hole. I was rewarded with a dollop of cum. I spit it onto my dick and forced my way into his cummy hole. There was a froth of cum forming around my cock as I pounded his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I added my cum to the mix already deep in his belly. We fucked again before going to bed that night. As he cuddled with me before drifting off to sleep, he told me how glad he was that I was ok with other guys fucking him raw. I honestly told him how much it turned me on, and that I would love to watch him get fucked and take some stranger's load. A few days later, my boy arranged for his ten-inched friend to come by to breed him after work. My boy met Joe at the door and kissed him hard before welcoming him into our living room. Joe extended his man-paw and shook my hand. He was HOT. Six foot tall, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that stretched over his powerful frame. He had a trim beard and a tuft of silver chest hair peek out of the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his muscled arms around my boy's frame and lifted my boy's shirt off. My boy started chewing Joe's nipples through the shirt as he unbuckled Joe's jeans and shucked them to the floor. Out plopped a beautiful hardening cock. My boy expertly deep-throated Joe's tool as he fished out his own dick. When Joe was fully hard and his cock shining with spit, he flipped my boy over the arm of the sofa. He jammed his bare cock without warning into my boy's raw ass. I was mesmerized as I watched Joe's powerful ass ram into my boy's body. I fisted my own cock as I watched Joe pump away. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I watched Joe's pace quicken. I crept closer to watch Joe's dick plow my boy bare. All the while, my boy was whimpering, “You gonna breed me, you sick fuck? Gonna give me your load? Gonna fill that hole?” Each time, Joe grunted back, “Fuck yeah, man. Gonna fill you up!” As Joe's pace sped up, his shirt crept higher on his muscled ass revealing a small black tattoo. My heart stopped as I recognized the symbol to mean BIOHAZARD. This hunk fucking my boy's bare ass was POZ! I wanted to cry out to let my boy know the danger he was in, but before I could say anything, Joe threw his head back and growled as he pumped his toxic seed into my boy's bare hole. I was silent until I realized that I had blown my load all over the floor. Joe withdrew his cock with a squishy plop and grabbed the back of my head. He forced my face into the diseased seed leaking from my boy's hole. I couldn't help but lap it up. I was about to swallow when he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue into my mouth, sucking out and swallowing his own POZ cum. My boy collected himself and asked me if watching him get fucked bare was everything I thought it would be. I gestured to the puddle of my cum on the floor to answer and he dove down to lick it up. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I took the chance to ask my boy if he had seen Joe's tattoo. He told me frankly that he had, and he knew what it meant, and that he was willing to take the risk of POZ seed if that meant he got more loads. I was still trying to process that my boyfriend had been knowingly taking POZ cum in his ass, and was planning on continuing, when I realized that Joe had come back into the room. Joe smirked at my naivety and asked if I was okay with what had just happened. I told him that I knew he was taking loads, but didn't know he was fine taking POZ loads. He told me that it was a natural progression, and taking POZ cock was bound to happen sooner or later if a bottom didn't demand his top use a condom every time. Even though I knew I should be outraged, my cock was telling a different story. I was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum. Joe reached out and stroked my dick, asking if we wanted to hear about a club he was in. My boy and I were all ears. Joe told us that he belonged to the Bare Fuck Club, an exclusive audition-only group of guys who liked to give and take raw loads. Some were POZ, but most were NEG. For these guys, it was about cum, not status. Every member agreed to a no-questions-asked / no-loads-refused policy. My boy was panting at the thought of being in such a club. He asked Joe what the audition entailed. Joe said he would put us in touch with the audition committee and they would be in touch. A few days later, we were sitting together in our living room, waiting for two strangers to come over and meet with us. I knew from their message that at least one of us would have POZ seed in our holes before the night was through. To be continued...
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I’ve been sexually limited for my entire life. No one night stands. Only long relationships with monogamous partners. I am single currently. And am very curious and highly interested in becoming sexually free to suck, fuck, breed with new strangers and or groups. Without any inhibition or shame. To me this would be the ultimate freedom. Are there groups of men who like to play participate in this activity who can help nurture and support a newbie like me. A group that also healthy and responsible around their own sexual health so we can all express our deepest sexual fantasies together and not fear for anything except for maybe not loving enough….till next time. -
Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.
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New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—December, 2022 (You might want to read part one first....) I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole. Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths. The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two. We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby. We both agree that the other sling is the place. It’s empty now. I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic. When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub. I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass. The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples. The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene. Perry is wet. Damn wet. Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching. His stretched hole is making lube like crazy. I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck. Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock. One of them comes around the corner to get a better look. The young Bear is soon sucking his dick. I am plowing noisily into Perry. He pants and tells me to fuck him harder. Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth. Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick. I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask: “You want to switch holes?” The guy considers it, but shakes his head. “His mouth is great.” When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth. As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall. He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry. I stand up and fuck. The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open. I fuck. Harder, with someone watching so intently. Finally, I pull out. “Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer. I present my wet meat to him. He licks me clean. Hungrily. Savoring the juices. “May I rim him?” “Sure. Eat his ass.” He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks. The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. I let him go until he slows a little. “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.” “Thank you, sir.” I fuck. He eats. I fuck. He cleans my cock and eats Perry. I fuck. And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry. My new cocksucker is great. I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking. I fuck Perry one more time. A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it. The rimmer has never left his knees. He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole. I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck… Perry finally calls for a time out. He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open. I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone. I drive for a bit and get coffee. I am back in the play area just before 8pm. I don’t see Perry and company. It’s a holiday and a Saturday night. The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples. I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using. She invites other men to do him, too. I go down to the gloryhole area. A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn. I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. In moments he is there. “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants. I nod. He unbuttons. He goes for the jock pouch. He inhales and lets out a sigh. “Heaven,” he mumbles. He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick. He pulls off it. “Will you fuck me? I need to feel this beauty in my ass.” I nod and he strips right there. He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat. Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform. He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me. I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time. He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me. He wants it—and I want more. I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock. “You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. “Only way I fuck,” he pants out. I enter him, slowly, inch by inch. He has skills. He milks me expertly as I press forward. When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck. He groans. Two other men come watch me take his ass. “Can we go to the sling?” he asks. “If it’s free.” He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there. I don’t bother to try to cover my dick. We just go. In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40. He hops in the sling. I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again. We take a break. He sips some of my water. Names are exchanged. He’s James. Not Jim. He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more. I do. Thoroughly. Almost to the point of blowing my load. But not quite. He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight. We go wash up and we exchange numbers. But we can’t get enough of each other. We dawdle and talk. Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp. He strips and sits on my face. “So hot,” he croons. “Eat me…” Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face. He does this twice. The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt. He gets off me. “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.” I reluctantly agree. We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth. And he’s gone. Fuck, I need to breed. And soon. A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me. “You have a great cock.” “Thanks.” “I want to be get fucked. You can load me if you want to.” We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall. He continues: “I just don’t do that very often.” “Take the load? You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains. I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one. “Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans. “Plow me.” I do. Repeatedly. His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole. It shrivels as I fuck. He never touches it. He is all about his hole. I eat him one last time. “I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck. “I want your load.” He is panting with excitement now. “I want…to start the new year…” He doesn’t finish. “With my load inside you?” I grate out. “Yes. Yes!” And I’m there. I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day. His hole is awash with my cum. I kneel and clean up what is leaking out. I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper. He sighs in perfect bliss… I go to wash up. The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 15, 2023 -
New Year's Eve Tail (part one)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—December, 2022 I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog. I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths. Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year. I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse. I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public. (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager. And brought friends. I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry. I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex… I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money. I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour. A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting. The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude. I wander farther down into the additional rooms. The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty. The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me. I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe. Men come by, take a gander at it and leave. A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me. He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin. We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other. Finally, he comes over and kneels. He takes me in his mouth. “You have lube on it, don’t you?” I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all. But he goes back to his seat and strokes. In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste. A guy with a football player build arrives. He’s Black, late 30’s and hung. He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing. A line of men arrive to suck his dick. He lets any and everyone have a go on it. He leans back and kisses the uncut guy. This makes the big guy ooze. I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head. I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him. Uncut has stopped kissing him. I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth. The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears. He becomes horny as fuck. He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead. It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last. Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. The crowd disperses. I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting. In moments, I see Perry. He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy. Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls. Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue. He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping. Perry strips. He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples. He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table. I drop to my knees and begin rimming him. He groans. I groan. I love eating ass. But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel. My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole. “Fuck me. Please.” I finally relent and stand up. There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in. All of me. In one steady move. Perry groans. I groan, too. I hold for a moment and begin to fuck. The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us. The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples. I fuck him hard. Then slower. And hard and long, once again. The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him. I love seeing his other hole full of dick. Even if it’s only for a moment. I stop, pull out and eat his ass again. His hole is so wet now. I can’t get enough of it on my tongue. But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round. Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment. I pull out and he disappears. Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck. He has brought a slim young Black man to me. The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock. “Fuck him,” says Uncut. “He loves big white dick.” The young man nods and strips. I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked. I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock. I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole. “You want me raw?” I ask. He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I press forward. My cock eases in. It inches its way into his ass. The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me. It works. He takes the last two inches with a sigh. He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again. I take it as my sign to fuck. I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in. But he takes me like a champ. “I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut. “Feed it to him,” I bark out. “I’m gonna shoot it on his back. Use it for lube.” I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back. His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy. When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out. I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. “Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut. “Please…” whispers the bottom. I glide into his ass. It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now. I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen. It’s a mind fuck for the young man. He begins jerking himself wildly. In moments, he unloads all over the table. “Please, you have to stop…” I do. But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole… (Lots more to come next time.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 12, 2023 -
When asked, I tell people that I'm about 90% top, but when I need it up the ass, I need it bad. One night after barefucking my boyfriend senseless, I got that craving. I went to work eating out my boyfriend's cummy hole and spit my load into my hand. I fingered my load into my ass, climbing onto my boy's throbbing hard cock. I managed to get a few inches in when his cock started shriveling up. My boy is almost exclusively a bottom, and has NEVER been able to cum by fucking me. I was disappointed, but not upset. He pulled me off his softened dick and pulled me up to his face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my ear, whispering, “You want that hole filled, don't you? I've got an idea...” He reached for the lube, and squirted some on his fingers and worked it into my hole. I wriggled around hoping that his fingers would be enough to scratch my itch. He got a smallish butt plug and worked it into my ass. It slipped right in. “Get dressed... And wear your jockstrap...” I didn't know what his idea was, but I knew he was up to something when he started sending text messages to several friends on his phone. And by friends, I mean people who have used and wrecked his hole. I knew he had played bare at least some of the time. It was easy to figure out when he came home “after working late,” reeking of mansweat and with a cummy hole. I LOVED sinking my cock into his ass using some stranger's cum as lube, and working their load deeper and deeper into his gut. It always got me off in no time, so I never asked for details or complained. My boy and I have been on-again / off-again monogamous for a few years, and when he falls off the wagon, he falls off big time, hooking up with strangers in park bathrooms, going to sex parties, organizing gangbangs to fill his ass with cum. When we were both dressed he dragged me to the car and we drove to the wrong side of the tracks to an adult bookstore. I thought maybe my boy could fuck me if he had an audience. We went in to the front part of the store and looked at a few dildos. He bought one about 10” long for me, and a tube of silicone lube and we headed back past the more private cabins and into the theatre area. There was a bareback fuck film playing and a few guys scattered around the theatre; some guys were paired up and fooling around, some were jerking off alone. We headed to the front row and started making out. He unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, pulling my jock's pouch to the side and slurping loudly. I unzipped his fly and fished out his tool, moaning as he sucked away. Our noises started to attract attention. Two guys came over. One stubbly dude in his 20s had his t-shirt pulled back behind his head revealing a tight chest sprinkled with blond fur and two deliciously pierced nipples. The other guy was shorter and thicker around the middle, a bit older, and darker. He pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss me. The darker guy pulled his pants down and waved a massive uncut dick in my face. My boyfriend grabbed his cock and aimed it to my mouth and I greedily swallowed it down. My boy patted me on the back and went to work freeing the blond hunk's cock. In a few moments, we were both on our knees servicing these strangers. My boy sucked the hunk off quickly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He pulled out the new 10” dildo and spit the hunk's wad all over it. I was pulled up to my feet, still blowing the guy as the hunk cheered us on. My boy handed the dildo to the hunk, who removed the buttplug in my ass and replaced it with the cummy dildo. “You like my load up there, pig?” I mumbled yes. “A dirty load for a dirty slut.” I wondered if meant dirty as in POZ... The guy in my mouth started grunting and filled my mouth with his seed. The hunk pulled the dildo out and held it to my face. “Spit!,” he growled at me and I did, covering the dildo with a second load of strangers' cum. The hunk plunged it into my ass. I shook all over as the dildo was shoved repeatedly into my ass. I was so hard thinking about those strangers' loads working their way into my gut. My cocked bounced all over. My boy shoved his dick in my mouth and I blew him as the hunk worked my ass. I knew I was about to cum and moaned as I shot my load onto the filthy theater floor. “Lick that up,” he told me, shoving my face to the floor, forcing me to eat my jizz. The two guys laughed and started picking up their things. The hunk scrawled his number on a piece of paper and handed to my boyfriend saying, “Call me the next time you want to share his hole.” My boy sat down in a theatre seat and pulled me towards him, facing him. He pulled the cummy dildo out of my ass and I sat down on his hard dick. He bounced me up and down on his cock as I moaned with my eyes closed. “Room for one more,” someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a tall beefy red head shaking a thick uncut cock at my ass. “Good to see you again, Mark. Glad you could make it. Let's double-fuck this slut!” “You know I don't pull out man. You still ok with that?” “I've taken your load already. If I didn't mind taking your POZ load why should he?” Damn! This POZ guy had bred my boyfriend and was about to breed me! My boy pulled me forward raising my ass up a bit higher. The redhead spit on his dick, pulled back his foreskin, and eased it to my stretched hole. He managed to shove the head in next to my boy's cock. I felt like I was being torn in two as he forced more and more of his bare cock into my ass. I was glad I had two loads of cum up there to help him work it in and out. The dildo had opened me up a bit, but still, I had never known such pain. My boy saw the tears streaming down my face and eased my higher until his dick plopped out of my ass. The redhead pulled me up to my feet so I was leaning forward onto the seat and plunged his dick back into me, using the waistband of my jockstrap like horse's reins. “Man, he almost feels loose without an extra dick in there. Give me that dildo!” My boy handed him the cummy dildo and slid it back in my ass alongside his own. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear. “You taken a POZ load before, slut?” “No...” “You let your boy take POZ loads and you never wanted POZ loads for yourself?” “Ugh....” was all I could say. “Well, you're gonna get one NOW!!!!!!!” I could feel his first volley of cum shooting into my hole. He pulled all the way out and shot a few more across my back and ass. My knees began to buckle as he worked his slimy cock over my hole, pushing his seed into my gaping hole. He pulled out the dildo and used it to mop his poisoned jizz into my ass. He slapped me across the ass a few times and spun me around to clean off his dick. I tasted the tang of blood mixed with my ass juices and his cum. My boy shook his hand and gave him a bear hug. “Hope the rest of the guys can make it. POZZING this slut is going to be fun!” How had I gone from having an itch that needed to be scratched to taking three loads in a bookstore, at least one of them POZ??? My heart was pounding as the curtains parted and three guys walked in. The saw my boy and me and walked directly over. “This the slut taking all loads?” My boy nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend will be as big a slut as me when you POZ fuckers are done with him.” I shuddered to think at what would happen next. To be continued...- 38 replies
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Cum-Union: Osvaldo Bends Over
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—December, 2022 Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union. I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too. He was. Eager even. He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth. He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another. He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him. I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions. I got there slightly earlier than our appointed time. I stripped in the locker room, leaving on my jock and putting my boots back on. I added my leather wrist band and slung my towel over my shoulder… I’m sitting in the movie theatre area. A man around my age, cinched into his towel, has cruised past me three times as I harden up to the video. The next pass he makes, he asks if he can suck me. I nod. He sits in the seat next to me and leans over to take me into his mouth. His skills are minimal—but it is still good warmup head. “Fuck me?” he asks, pulling off my cock. I tell him I need the first fuck of the night to be the man I’m waiting for, but to find me later in the evening. He nods, eagerly. But I never see him again. I stroke a little more. It must be close to 9pm. I get up start down the stairs. There is Osvaldo bounding up them to meet me. We hug. He leads me right to the exam table. He covers the middle of it with his towel and leans over it, presenting his voluptuous ass to me. I am on my knees, with my face buried between his mounds of ass flesh instantly. His hole is damp. I make it wet. He moans as I burrow into his pucker. It's time. I stand and slide in. Osvaldo gasps. “That’s the cock I love,” he croons, making it sound sexier with his slight Latin accent. I fuck him. Rather hard. But he’s ready—he’s pushing back on every stroke. The table squeaks as we fuck. Men come from the porn areas to watch the real thing. A grey-haired gent comes closer. He drops his towel and sticks his hardening dick into Osvaldo’s mouth. We catch each other’s eye and smile. He did this the last time we were here—and he is enjoying the spit roasting of the younger man as much as I am. I pull out and taste his hole. He is such a copious lube maker. I lick him out, offer his ass to the other man (though I know he won’t fuck him) and re-enter for another round. At least three men linger to watch us. No one else wants to actually take part. I pull out again. The other guy pats Osvaldo’s shoulder and leaves. I have him clean up my cock, leaving his ass free. No takers. So, I fuck him one more time. We break and head to the sling. It is hung (and padlocked) at a horrible angle. The foot end is on a downward slope, so the guy fucking has to be very, very short or do such deep knee bends it is unsustainable. I have brought two extra carabiners. I fasten the chains up properly. Osvaldo is now in the proper position. I kneel and rim him. An attractive guy in his late 30’s, with shaggy dark hair, comes over and openly strokes to us. I stand up and fuck. The new guy moves around to the side of the sling. Osvaldo cranes his head around so he can suck him. I fuck the wet ass hard. On his back he feels quite different. I enjoy the change. “Want to take a turn?” I ask the guy in his mouth. “To fuck him or get fucked?” “Either.” “I’d love you to fuck me.” Osvaldo nods. The two men exchange places. I am surprised that Osvaldo leans over and rims the guy. Of course, it leaves his ass at a level for me to fuck him a little more—driving his face into the brown-haired guy’s butt. Soon it’s my dick fucking him. Man, this guy is tight. He is a great change of pace. Osvaldo keeps busy during the fuck by licking the guy’s nipples. I fuck the new hole happily, until the man asks for a break. Osvaldo takes me to his room. He has a small one this time. I just fit on the bed. (I can’t believe I used to spend the night on this size ‘bed’ here in the 1990’s!) My boy for the night pulls out his camera. He films himself licking my cock. Licking my boots. Sucking my balls. Fucking him on all fours. Now I have to hold it as he rides my cock. Soon he devises a way to lean it against his backpack. It’s a much steadier shot of him impaling himself on me over and over… * We take a break. Osvaldo cruises around the whirlpool. I go try to find some head in the gloryhole area. Soon enough we are back together at the medical exam table, fucking in public. I fuck Osvaldo on his stomach. I fuck him on his back, his knees on my shoulder. I fuck the shaggy haired guy from the sling, as he clings to Osvaldo. Still as tight as fuck. Osvaldo hops off the table to clean my dick after I pull out of shaggy haired guy. When he’s tasted his fill, I bend him back over the table. I just get my dick in him when the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in this establishment walks in. He is my height, tanned and ripped from the gym. He has just enough hair on his chest to be hot, but still show off the hours of work on his pecs and abs. He has a small tat above his pec. The moment he sees us fucking, he drops his towel and begins stroking. “You can use him,” I tell the guy. “Well, fuck…” And he gives Osvaldo his cock, just a tiny bit smaller than mine, to suck. He sighs the moment it touches Osvaldo’s tongue. I slow down my plowing. They guy has a really expressive face. I swear I can tell just what Osvaldo’s mouth is doing to him, by how the guy reacts. We lock eyes. We smirk. The guy begins to face fuck Osvaldo. I pick up my fuck tempo to match him. “Can I cum in him?” “Do you want his ass?” “No.” His breath is now really ragged. “I want to feed him my load.” He pants more. “Right now!” And he shoots. Osvaldo swallows fast—but there is just too much jizz. Some spills on the floor. Osvaldo manages to catch most of the rest with his hand. I stop and come over. I take Osvaldo’s hand and smear the man’s jizz onto my cock. “I’m going to fuck some of your cum into him.” The guy, still panting in recovery, actually gasps. But his eyes are glued to my jizz covered dick entering the begging-for-it Osvaldo. Now his hole is even slicker and smoother. I fuck. I suddenly realize this is the end. I’m going to cream his hole. I collapse onto his sweaty back. I pump spurt after spurt into him. Mixing our jizz deep inside him… * It turns out, the hot guy is starting an Only Fans site. I wish him luck. He certainly has the body for it. Now I know why Osvaldo wanted to get back to his room. He needed to document it…you may want to go to the original post to see the pics he took of us there. The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/01/cum-union-osvaldo-bends-over.html January 8, 2023 -
This is my first attempt at fiction on this site. It has percolated in my head for many years, and the giddy desire of a new young member of BreedingZone has inspired me to put the words to paper. One of my earliest fantasies was to get gangbanged and raped by a group of men inside a church late at night on a dark moonless night. And i would recognize a few of the faces as the local priests. Even the parish curiote is there and i think the bishop is here also. They are chanting gregorian verses and I know from my latin classes that they are glorifying the dark Lord and that i am to be his sacrifice tonight. They pick me up naked and lie me down on the altar with my legs facing the sacristy. The Bishop opens my legs and uses a golden cross to open my ass wide open. Another blackrobed priest comes up is holding a small golden rod. It looks like a pen or a toothbrush. It has a funny round head that has little needles on a round head. He inserts it into my rectum. The little needles make tiny cuts in my ass lips and inside my colon. The pain is sharp but i have a glassy smile on my face. I am enjoying this. I asked for this. And now another priest comes forward holding an incense burner. He lifts the top half of the burner to reveal a small glass pipe, a small vial which contains white crystals and a strange looking cigarette lighter. The gregorian chat continues and i can understand the word « donum, donum ». I’m trying to remember my latin... GIFT! It means GIFT! The priest takes the small glass pipe and the small vial of white crystals. He takes off a tiny cork lid from the vial and pours some of the crystals into a tiny hole that is at the top of the glass pipe. He then replaces the vial into the incense burner and takes the lighter thing in its place. He turns to the head priest who takes a brass container that has been placed before him by yet another priest in black robe. I just realized that their robes are open and I can see that they are naked underneath. I can see some white scranny diseased bodies. But i also see some muscular, well defined bodies with golden colours. Some are light brown. None have tan lines in the groin area. And i can see three black bodies. As black as India ink. And i can see their manhoods. Their Big Beautiful Black Cocks. They are half erect. The way you know that a man is becoming aroused but is not yet ready to fornicate. The old priest opens his robe (a soutane we called it when I was a young altar boy of 13 years old and would serve early morning mass with Father Bob) and he parts the black cloth to expose a huge cock. Even flaccid it looked more like a salami than a cock. He stuck his cock into what I finally recognize as a chalice. He begins to pee into the chalice. A dark yellow-greenish urine that was quickly filling the Rather large vessel used to contain small pieces of dry bread called hosts. He just kept pissing to overflowing and another priest fell down on his knees to start licking the floor and make sucking noises like he was eating his lunchtime soup. Finally relieved of all his urine, the old priest came forward closer to me and he took the small glass pipe and the lighter. His face came in close to mine, he was talk and could lean over and towered over my head still on the altar. “Now my Son, all this has been clearly explained to you am I correct?” “You know what is happening and what will happen next?” “Just to be clear, let me recapitulate. You have been chosen amongst all of the willing novices to be in this most unholy of ceremonies tonight, to be visited by the Dark Lord”. And you know what will happen here tonight, correct?” I nodded yes and tried to speak to a garbled croaky« yes » indeed I had been told. All of the novices who were here in Rome and now belonged to the Order of the Unholy Trinity knew about this special ritual. We were about 20 young men who varied in age from 18 to 23. I was 22 and one of the oldest. I was also somewhat more mature. I was beginning to lose my young boy twinkish look. I was beginning to fill out as a man. My muscles were developing under the hard work and tutelage of the priests in the art of body conditioning and development. My cock which was always fairly sizeable, was now developing into a true horse cock. It was very thick and dark. Darker than my golden skin on the rest of my body. And when fully erect my cock had been measured by the other boys in the order at 9.5 inches. Just silly boy games to see who had the biggest one. Alas i wasn’t the winner. That honour went to my buddy and roommate Henri. He was this good looking Boy from Paris. We were forbidden to engage in sex with other novices, but Henri and I couldn’t resist some fun late at night in the silence of our small stone room that looked more like a prison cell. And we were treated like prisoners. The priests would lock our doors from the outside after evening prayers. And we knew we would not get caught because you could hear anyone coming down the hall from a mile away. And someone did come every night. We could hear the footsteps, then the keys clattering in the lock. A short whispered order to wake up and follow the priest. And the footsteps away. And eventually we all passed our turn at least once or month and possibly twice as the rotation went. But i digress. The old priest said softly « tonight you have been selected for your ultimate challenge. The conclave is in agreement that you are ready to become a full member of our Order. Tonight you will meet the Dark Lord and he will ensure that you become a permanent member of the Order. ». I nodded in agreement. The mild sedative that i was given earlier was beginning to have effect. But just slightly. I still had all my wits about me. This would be the first day of my new vocation. All of us novices came from various parishes in North America, Europe, Africa and Asia. We had been nominated and recommended by our parish priests. Mine was Father Bob. When my family moved to a new city, my mother was anxious to get me involved in church life. She always hoped and prayed that one of her two boys would one day become a priest. So she was overjoyed when she found out I had been chosen over all the other altar boys to celebrate morning mass, every day, with Father Bob. My mind began racing about my time with Father Bob, but the old priest was murmuring in my ear. « First we shall smoke of the crystal collected from the underworld. I will cook the crystals and then create beautiful blue clouds to swirl around my head. I will inhale and then blow the smoke into your open mouth as you inhale deeply. And you will hold this blessed smoke until i tell you to exhale. We shall do this three times. Then I will turn the pipe over to you and we shall cook the crystals of the Dark Lord’s love together, and you will create blue clouds and you will inhale the smoke three times. And you will do like me and exhale into my mouth. Once this is complete, the Dark Lord will arrive, in all of his magnificent sexual glory. Do not be afraid of him. He comes for you. For your greater glory. And so we smoked. We shotgun the blue smoke. I immediately began to tingle. I could feel a stirring in my ass. After i smoked from the pipe three times and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity, I began to feel warm. Open to everything and to all possibilities. Then I could hear footsteps. The dozen or so priests in the dark robes made a path for someone arriving. He was massive. He was at least 6 foot 7. He wore a golden and crimson red cape. He was essentially naked except for the black leather and gold arm braces and the belt around his waist. And then i saw it. It was massive. Even Henri was a dwarf next to this monster of manhood. His skin was red. Fire red. His face was large and somewhat grotesque. He had yelow-green eyes slitted like a cat. He had beautiful white teeth. Two black horns sprouted out of his glossy curly hair He looked at me on the altar. He looked at my damaged pussy that was dripping little streams of blood. He licked his lips and I could see that his tongue was split. Like the forked tongue of a snake. He grabbed behind him and in his hand he started to caress a red tail that looked like it was made from leather to create whips. And at the end it was pointed. It look sharp. « So Jeremy, » he said to me softly. Are you ready for the rest of your life in the service of the being we hold in total rapture ? In order to fully enjoy your sacrifice, i will offer you more of the Lord’s crystals of love. I can administer them in two ways. I can put a large amount of crystals on the head of my penis which will have been moistened first in the chalice of Monseignor Antonio’s urine and then i will shove it into your tender and abused mankunt This will be very painful because the crystals will burn your raw skin and my cock will stretch your beautiful ass like it has never been stretched before. Or i can inject a nice dose of liquified crystals into your veins which will bring you instant gratification and euphoria leading to the next steps of our ceremony. Which do you chose Jeremy? ». Softly i replied « I will take your cock Sir ». « «What! He Screamed! I can’t hear you! ». I yelled louder « I chose your cock oh great Dark Master and Lord! » TO BE CONTINUED
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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
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Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues. To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties. The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend. This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play. So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time. I arrived early. I took the rimseat. All the prep of laying things out, furniture covers, etc had been done for the basement and all three upper floors of the house. So I chatted with the two guys I don’t know as well for a bit, with Zane for a little bit more and then went up to the third floor to nap until the start time. I knew it would be a late night and I had started the day at an ungodly hour… An Hour and a Half to Start Time I am lying on the only bed on the top floor. There is a sling here, too. The lights have a rheostat and are dimmed low and rather red. Zane has been up here fiddling with coordinating the house music off his computer. But he’s gone now. I am floating on that edge of being awake and fully going under. I have taken my boots off and unbuttoned my jeans. Maybe I drift away—for the next thing I know, Zane’s fragrant pit is covering my nose and mouth. I lick it, automatically, before I’m fully awake. He is straddling my chest—leaning forward, reveling in how my tongue is cleaning him. He moves, so we are mouth to mouth. He whimpers as he tastes himself on my tongue. His cock, under a bathrobe, grinds into my cock mound, only half hidden by my open Levi’s. The kiss goes on for a long time. I break it to sample his other pit. He has been in the shower, but I am still getting the essence of Zane on my tongue. We kiss again. Slow and deep. Zane breaks it this time as he unbuttons my shirt. He opens it—and leans in. He takes a deep breath. A long sigh—and his tongue begins to work. He laps at my right pit quite happily. “Kiss me.” He complies. It’s another long, deep kiss that makes my cock mound in my underwear. Zane reaches back and feels my hardening dick. “Let me say hello…” He moves down so he is sitting on my legs. He carefully takes my cock out of my black underwear. The head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. His tongue is busy, deep in my piss slit. I squirm and he is suddenly chuckling. He comes up and kisses me again. “I want to sit on that so bad—but I need to do another round in the shower.” Another kiss—a peck good bye—and he stands up and leaves. I close my eyes again, my cock hanging out… * I think I sleep. At least for a moment. My phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to change into what I’m wearing for the party. I go down a flight. I am spending the night in the guest room. I strip and do a quick shower. It’s a cool April night and I know the basement can be cold—so I opt for wearing my chaps. I add a wrist cuff and leave the harness in my bag. I stow all my clothes in the closet. I can hear the first guests arriving. Hour One I go down the stairs to the main floor. There are men everywhere in states of undress. Some are completely naked, but most sport a jock, a singlet, underwear or some piece of fetish attire. I find a bottle of water and take a look around. I am definitely among the eldest of the men. I recognize a couple from the piss party who are around my age. We chat for a bit. A guy in his early 40’s parades in front of us. He’s blond, with a reddish beard and a tight compact body. He is in a leather jock and harness. He looks at me, nods and goes around the corner to descend to the basement. I excuse myself to the couple—who tell me to use him hard—and I go down the stairs. The basement is dominated by a large double bed in the middle of the floor. There is a sling on either side—both affixed from the rafters. There is a twin mattress and a couch as other potential play areas. At this moment, we are alone. “Sir…” “Boy…” “I like your chaps.” I thank him. His eyes are all over my bulge. “I bet you like this more…” My hand cups my dick, growing under the stained fabric. “Yes, Sir.” “Show me.” I point to the floor in front of me. He kneels. I pull his face into the jock pouch. He does a quick intake of breath and lets it out slowly. I let go. He takes my cock out, looking at it, up and down, before it goes in his mouth. He tries for a deep throat and gags on it. The sound excites him. He tries again and this time takes me to the hilt. He pulls off me, with a sigh and begins sucking and licking the head. I am looking over his shoulder at a two tight, hairy ass cheeks. I let him get my cock good and wet before I tell him to kneel on the big bed in the middle of the room. I kneel and look at his twin mounds. They are covered in that light blond hair you can only see up close. I dive into his ass crack, spearing his pucker. It gives way to me easily. “I want your cock in me, Sir. And your load.” I actually laugh at him—here we are the very first people to be playing, at a party that will last hours. “Eventually,” he adds, rather sheepishly. I drill into him, my tongue leaving behind trails of spittle. I grease my dick with the merest gloss of lube. I stand and insert. He takes me like a pro. He sighs and tells me to fuck him as hard as I want. I start the thrusts. Slow. Deliberate. I slowly quicken the pace. He yelps. His arm flails out to grab one of the pillows on the bed. He bites into it—and grunts out a litany of garbled fuck talk. Hearing him makes me fuck him harder. I slap his ass—the sound bouncing around the basement. I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls… There are many moods and scenes from the house party. I am in a very busy time frame in my regular life—but I will try to publish one daily. There were over 90 people there—and, no, I didn’t play with them all. But I did more than my share… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2022 -
I would like to have group fun in MNL , Let's get high
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Fun at the Bathhouse I went to the bathhouse with a sexy friend who makes it clear that he takes all loads. There was a line to check-in, full of sexy men. My pal got buzzed and it took ten minutes for me to get to the counter. We somehow got separated and by the time I was undressing at my locker, my friend was already doing laps through the dimly lit corridors. I lost track of him here and there but kept an eye on my friend as he hunted for raw dick. There was a younger couple holding hands a few places in line behind us, one of whom looked excited and the other looked nervous. I nodded to them and made a point to keep my eyes open for them inside. My pal did the rounds from the private cabins, many of which had open doors with a guy ass up on the padded bench they called a bed. I went took a shower and jerked off a bit as guys walked by checking out my body and my meat. I soaked in the hot tub and a guy sat next to me. Ten seconds later, his knee was pressing against mine. A minute later he was jerking me off as he fingered his hole with his other hand. He leaned over and asked if I had a room. I knew all the rooms were occupied and there was a waiting list, so I shook my head. Clearly, the guy wanted to get fucked in a room. I was feeling warm, so I took a cool shower before heading to the dry sauna. I made sure to sit by the door so I could see if my friend passed by. A few minutes later, my pal saw me, and he joined me in the sauna. A hung bear guy was sitting on the upper bench and started to massage my friend’s shoulders. I heard my pal ask the stranger if he had a room. He nodded. My pal stood up and let the guy lead the way. I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the small of the guy’s back and knew my pal would be taking his first POZ load of the night in a few minutes. My friend was just out of the sauna door when the twinky couple came in. They sat opposite me. One was pale and blond, and he gripped his boyfriend’s muscled tanned arm for support. The tan one leaned over and pointed to the exiting stranger’s biohazard tattoo. He whispered, barely audible, ‘you see, that means he’s POZ.’ The blond nodded meekly. Another man came in and sat next to the blond. He opened his towel and revealed a hefty glistening cock with that now-familiar biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes. The blond saw it and gasped. The POZ man let his knee graze the blond’s, who moaned in response. ‘Babe, he’s touching my knee,’ the blond whispered to his boyfriend. ‘Do you want to play with him,’ he asked. The blond nodded. The tan guy reached over and opened his boyfriend’s towel. The POZ man reached for the blond’s dick, and soon both slowly jerked the blond off. I knew something sexy was about to happen and the tanned guy lifted and turned his boyfriend over, so his knees were on the bench and his face in the POZ man’s crotch. I watched his pink hole wince as his boyfriend crouched down to eat his creamy ass. The blond had no choice but to swallow the large POZ cock now dangling in his face. His eyes got big as he clocked the tattoo and traced it with his fingers. The blond went from hesitation to enthusiasm as he swallowed that big dick to the root. After a few minutes of ass-eating and cock-sucking, the POZ top and the tan boyfriend muttered some words, and they then flipped the blond right side up and lowering himself to sit on the POZ stranger’s big raw cock. The blond groaned as he took that stud’s inches. There were four other guys in the sauna, and by now we were all jerking off. One got up and grabbed the orange key strapped to his forearm. He announced, ‘I’ve got a room. It’s too hot in here. Come with me.’ The tan boyfriend lifted his partner off that raw POZ dick and the four of them headed to his room, barely covering up with their now-soaked towels. The guy was right about the heat. I was ready for a break, so I took another cool shower and went for a walk through the complex. I knew I wanted to check out the steam room and the gloryhole / darkroom section, but I figured I should check in with my friend. I eventually saw him leaning against a mirrored wall as a hung top railed him. I guess that top didn’t have a room as it seemed like most sex had been happening in rooms. With the place this full, raw sex was now happening everywhere. I walked through the labyrinthine hallway of rooms and made my way to the sauna. I’d made myself comfortable when the twink couple reappeared. The blond was flustered and gripping his partner’s arm. The blond whispered, ‘sorry, it just happened too fast.’ His partner kissed him and he moaned, ‘it just felt so good. I shouldn’t have made them cum so soon.’ The tanned guy groaned and said, ‘you look so hot taking their loads. Just let me know when you want more.’ The blond kissed him hard and spread his thighs. His towel parted and his boyfriend reached down and played with his now-cummy hole. They leaned back and relaxed. I watched as POZ seed oozed out of his hole and onto his towel. A guy next to me reached down to my crotch. He liked my dick and the sexy couple across the way got me stiff. The guy looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He leaned over and blew me while I played with his slick hole. He was a handsome Asian guy with pointy pecs and a bit of a belly, and incredible cocksucking technique; he swallowed my dick all the way and just left it there, flexing his throat around my shaft. He asked me if I had a room, and I shook my head. He was overheated and went for a cool down. I whispered that I hoped to see him again later. I stayed in the steamroom and watched as another bear of a guy entered and made a beeline for the twink couple. The bear approached them and opened his towel. ‘I hear you like sharing your boy’s hole with POZ men?’ The tan guy nodded as the blond leaned forward and eagerly swallowed the guy’s dick. The man face-fucked the blond as his boyfriend jerked him off and toyed with his cummy hole. The guy asked if they had a room and they shook their heads. The tan guy laid down on the bench and had his boyfriend mount his dick cowboy style. He leaned forward, offering up his sloppy hole to the bear to DP. I watched as the blond took those two raw cocks right there in the steamroom. The blond leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. The bottom was clearly more experienced than I’d have guessed from his nervousness. The bear looked at me and saw my leaking hardon. He reached over and jerked me off saying, ‘you’re so wet.’ The bear arched his back and spread his furry buttcheeks apart. He guided my dick to his crack saying, ‘drip your precum into my ass and let me fuck myself on your cock!’ I nodded and slipped into his loose sloppy hole. The bear clearly took loads as much as he liked to give them. He stayed still as I slid myself into him and let him do the work sawing back and forth into the blond’s hole and onto my raw dick. It didn’t take long for the top to fire his load deep into the blond boy’s asshole. The bear squeezed my cock with his furry muscle butt as he came. He clenched and unclenched as I slipped out and a river of fresh cum oozed out of his matted hairy ass. I caught the slimy seed in my hand and smeared it on my cock. The guy picked up his towel and nodded. He guided me into the blond’s upturned hole, still stuffed with his boyfriend’s dick. I slipped inside that blond boy’s cumslick pussy and loved feeling my dick slide against his boyfriend’s dick. The blond made out with his boyfriend as I sloshed around in his hole. Even with his boyfriend’s cock there just wasn’t enough friction to get me off. Still, it felt amazing smearing globs of cum from the bear’s hole into this fresh ass. I was ready for a breather so pulled out with a gloopy plop and left the steamroom. Another guy got up to take my place as the door closed behind me. If my math was right, so far tonight, the blond now had his fifth bare cock in his hole. I headed for another cold shower and went looking again for my pal. I found him in the dark room in one of the slings. He’d brought a bag of huge butt toys and had them displayed on a shelf with a tub of lube. The biohazard top from the sauna, who was the first to breed the blond, was working a pig hole plug into my pal’s butt and then slipped inside. He pounded my friend until he pulled out. I took a turn, and the friction felt great on my dick. I figured I wanted my cock in at least one more hole before cumming, so I pulled out. I made a round of the darkroom area and saw the twink couple again. They nodded to me. As I walked by, the blond whispered, ‘OK, one more load, and then I’ll be ready to go.’ I turned back and asked if they’d been to the sling area yet. I motioned that way, and they followed me. My pal was feet up as another guy was forcing a ridiculously big toy dildo into his hole. The blond grinned and moaned, ‘I want you to open me up like that!’ The blond had clearly never been in a sling before and he needed a bit of help getting situated. Once his feet were in the stirrups, he relaxed. His boyfriend slid easily in to his wet stretched-out hole. He pounded for a few minutes and offered me a go. I took his place and gestured to the toys. As my buddy took a guy’s raw cock alongside an obscenely big toy, he moaned, ‘yeah, slide that in his hole!’ The tan boyfriend grabbed a big shiny dildo and slimed it up with more lube. I realized it had just been inside my pal’s hole and was now going to go inside his boyfriend without even being washed off. The tan dude handed the toy to me, and I pulled out. We inserted the big toy and let the blond get used to it. I let his boyfriend go first. He slipped in alongside the obscene toy. I spit on my finger and teased his furry hole with it. He came hard quickly and pulled out with a sloppy plop. I slid into his cummy mess alongside the dildo and mixed the seed, lube, and juices around before adding my own. Another guy stepped out of the shadows and slid into my pal, fucking him before adding his cum to his sloppy stretched-out cunt. I realized it was the sexy Asian guy who had blown me earlier. As he pounded my pal, I saw a trickle of cum leaking down his thighs. All told, my pal got fucked by four raw dicks and took at least three loads. The blond at least five cocks and I had my dick in one mouth and two holes. Not a bad Friday night at all.
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Indianapolis—November, 2021 (This post continues the saga of the Basement Sex Party.) Still later. I have Black Leather on his knees on the large table. He doesn’t want to get fucked, but the idea of me eating out his hole has made him a very happy young man. He huffs some poppers and reaches back to pull his generous right ass cheek to the side. My tongue connects for the first time. “Oh, yeah!” He’s one of those guys who babble with poppers. “Eat me out good…” I love the vocal encouragement. My tongue digs deeper. I spit and swirl it around his pucker. “Daddy, you know how to eat ass! Fuck!!” I sense more than see that someone shoves their cock in his mouth. He is still occasionally vocal, but now it is groaning around the white cock he is servicing. I stand up and slap my cock on his ass crack. I can feel him stiffen. “I’m not fucking,” I remind him, “just swiping some of my precum on your hole.” This gets an enthusiastic groan from Black Leather and a “Fuck, yeah” from the guy in his mouth. I go back to my knees and lick up the cock drool I left in his hairy cleft. It’s my turn to moan at how good he tastes. Black Leather swivels around. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass.” Our mouths meet in a long, passionate kiss… * The host has been fisting the sluttier half of a couple, who had arrived later in the night, in one of the slings. The host goes deep—and faster than I would have guessed. The partner sits to the side and watches—his eyes never leaving the widening of his boyfriend’s hole. I go over, giving myself a breather, and watch, too. I nod to the host and the partner. The guy in the sling has closed his eyes to block out the room. “Would you fuck him with that big dick?” asks the partner. The host is in the process of wiping off excess lube around the used ass. “Go for it,” he tells me. I slide in—his hole is awash with J-Lube. It feels fantastic. But he is in the low sling—and I am doing deep knee bends. But it feels too good to stop. I plow him hard—hard enough for him to open his eyes see who is in him now. Out of the corner of my eye I see his partner pull out his cock and begin jerking to my using of his man. Fuck, I love couples who get off on seeing their other half having good sex. But my knees are screaming at me now. “Let’s get you out of here,” I tell Sling Boy. I help him up. I suggest he get on all fours on the floor so he can suck his BF as I go back up him. They both like this idea. I push back into the over lubed ass. It makes a delightful squishy sound as I fuck. I lock eyes with the boyfriend, now being blown. They thank me for including him in the scene—something that I guess doesn’t happen too often. I nod back and continue to buck into his partner’s ass, which pushes him ever deeper onto his BF’s cock… * The first cum shot is from a balding daddy into a 30-something otter’s hairy butt. This makes Keshawn even harder. He goes next on the otter. He fucks his super big cock into the frothy hole. He pulls out on the brink of orgasm. I am right there to clean off his cock of the excess jizz he pulled out. The first orgasm, near the end of a party, always seem to trigger others. Soon there are just a handful of guys left. I fuck Keshawn—thinking this will do it for me, but I don’t quite get there. A large bear of a daddy asks if he can be next. He bends Keshawn in half—and fucks him hard. So hard, Keshawn explodes, his load coating the table. “Will you fuck me again?” I turn. It’s Shaved Head—the man who was sure he couldn’t take my cock. I thought he’d left, so I eagerly agree. He gets on his back on the table. I kneel and eat his abused hole. After I opened him up, he has spent as much of the evening getting fucked as fucking others. “There’s a load in there,” he tells me. He’s right—my tongue has just made it start to drip out. I get someone’s cum in my mouth and stand up. I lean across him and feed him some of the jizz left in his ass. He takes it with pleasure-and we kiss passionately as my cock opens his guts one more time. I straighten up and fuck. This will be it, I know it. I fuck hard, with deep long strokes. Keshawn comes over and works my nipples. Black Leather leans down and sucks Shaved Head’s semi hard cock. And in moments I am there. I blast into him—and from watching Black Leather’s expression, Shaved Head gets off, too… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part Two: “Eat Me Out Good…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 18, 2022
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Indianapolis—November, 2021 Keshawn had been after me to attend a mostly monthly house party in Indy. He loved it and was sure I would have a good time. It worked perfectly for me to get down there at the top of November as I was about to do a short contract in that area. He told me to come to his house—and he would drive me to the group. I could spend the night afterward at his place. That sounded great. I arrived right on time. He had left his door unlocked as he was still finishing up in the shower. Soon enough we were in his car and headed into Indianapolis. Once parked, we gathered in the host’s kitchen until most of the others had arrived. There were 15 or 17 men there—all different types, races and ages…and seemingly very playful. It looked as if I was the sole new recruit—the other men obviously knew each other. “Remember,” the host told me, “just have fun. Play with as many men as possible…” It was like he was reading my mind… We troop downstairs to strip off in the laundry area. I go down to my jock and put my boots back on. The lube is tucked into my waist band. Keshawn and I go into the playroom. It is easily three quarters of his basement. There are two slings at the far, side by side. There are boxes under them for shorter men to stand on. There are a couple of couches and some chairs. The room is dominated by a large table—just the right height for fucking. It is long enough that three men could easily be on it at once. Men keep streaming in. Everyone seems to have left on a jock or backless underwear. Some have a harness. I crack open my water bottle and watch Keshawn go to his knees to suck a handsome bear. Next to me, a hot white guy with a shaved head and a big dick is getting orally serviced from a slender Black man who is wearing a fair amount of leather. My cock lengthens. I go to my knees and stick my tongue between Shaved Head’s generous butt cheeks. “Oh, fuck…” he groans out—at the same time grinding his butt onto my face. I use my hands to pull the globes of flesh apart. Now I am really poking at his pucker. He obviously loves it, for he bends to give me even better access. I worry that I upstaged the cocksucker. I needn’t. Since it’s harder to suck Shaved Head, he simply moves around on the floor and begins to suck me. It’s my turn to sigh—a hot ass grinding down on my tongue and a talented mouth on my dick at the same time. It makes me work even harder on the tight hole under attack. Shaved Head finally has to stand up. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me. It’s electric. He loves the taste of his hole on my tongue. The slender Black guy is between us, alternating on our two cocks. When we don’t break the kiss, he finally stands up and the kiss becomes a three way of tongues and lips probing the other two mouths. Shaved Head goes to his knees and takes turns on our cocks. He’s good there, too. He holds my dripping dick and mutters “I wish I could take this in my hole—but you’re too big.” I break the lip lock with Black Leather and tell him to enjoy it however he wants it. His answer is to take both of our cockheads in his mouth at the same time so the wet heads are thrusting into each other on top of his tongue… * A really large bear of around my age is getting plowed in the sling by a young man. I go over and work his nipples as he is getting plowed. He cranes around to try to suck me, but the angle is bad. I enjoy watching the mixture of concentration and lust on the top’s face. He finally takes a break, but stays right there. “I want to watch you fuck him, Daddy.” I come around and go to my knees. I suck the top’s cock briefly, surprising him. I quickly move to licking up the ass juice he has churned in the bear. “That’s so hot,” he grunts out, stroking his wet cock. The bottom is now moaning and, soon, begging for my dick. I stand up. My cock slaps his jock pouch. And again. Then it is pushing against his puffy ass lips—spreading them wide. “Fuck him,” says the top. He goes to his knees so he is eye level with my dick. He watches every inch disappear into the ass he has just thoroughly fucked. I move slowly into the Bear, letting the young Top get his eyeful. He strokes himself as I begin to fuck. The Bear is great at squeezing down on me. He opens his poppers and takes a huge huff. The moment they hit he has one of those babble moments—all about how he’s a whore, how he loves my cock, how he needs to be used by everyone… This has made the young top stand up. He pulls the box from under the sling, stands on it and shoves his cock in the bear’s mouth. The bottom is just as loud…but it is now moaning as he sucks the cock that opened him up for me… * Later. Shaved Head is fucking Keshawn as he leans against the table. I go over and watch. When he pulls out—I suck his cock for him. “Kiss me,” he mumbles. I do. We share the taste of Keshawn back and forth. He swallows. I pull out of the kiss and go to eat his ass again. He props himself on the table so that his ass juts out at the perfect angle. I rim him deep. Someone helps me by spreading Shaved Head’s cheeks for me. I eat and lick and spit, making his hole open so temptingly. “God, you are good at that,” he moans. I stand up. My cock head brushes across his exposed hole. This makes him shiver. I turn him slightly so we can kiss. It is just as hungry a kiss as before. He groans in the back of his throat at the taste of his hole. “I really want you to fuck me…but there’s no way I can take you.” “Are you sure?” I kiss him again. “Let me try. You can always tell me to stop…” His answer is to lean on the table and thrust his ass out. I go back to eating him. I lube my dick constantly as I do it. His hole has flowered open. I stand. My cock head rests right on it. “Oh, fuck…” he whispers. “You can do it,” I whisper in his ear, before my tongue starts reaming into it. My cock head is meeting resistance, but suddenly pops into him. He grunts. And tells me to stop. I pull out and kiss him again. He flips around and gets on his back on the table top. His legs go up in the air. A helpful mate, standing on the other side of the table, holds them for him. I go back to eating his hole. Shaved Head groans. The man holding his legs flops his semi erect cock into his mouth. I stand up. My cock head finds his hole easily and goes in. Shaved Head groans around the semi-hard in his mouth. I enter him inch by inch. Moving slowly, pressing forward. I lean down. I lick the cock of the guy holding his legs. He flops it out, so I get the shaft and Shaved Head licks his balls. My position makes the last inch of my cock go in. “I feel so full…” Shaved Head mumbles around the hairy ball sack. “You have it all.” Nothing like pushing in when his mind is on the cock in his mouth. He can’t believe it. I wait one more moment and begin to fuck his once tight hole. “Take his dick,” says the guy holding his legs. The table is now ringed with guys. Some stroking themselves, some working Shaved Head’s nipples or balls or cock (which is now only half hard.) I fuck very slowly—letting him feel every inch of me—until he grunt’s out the words I’ve been waiting for: “Just take my ass. Fuck me hard, stud!” And my hips begin to bang into his upturned butt… (More to come and cum…) Originally posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part One: "You Can Always Tell Me to Stop…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 16, 2022
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Fisting Party on Halloween Night
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—October, 2021 So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house. Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food. My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud). The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up. All were over 50. His friends are true bears. Ross is built much like me, tall and slim. I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used. Our host owns two slings and a third had been borrowed. Around 5pm the guests showed up. We sat around the big table near the kitchen and got to know each other over a beverage. Slowly we stripped down to business… Ross and I take the middle sling. There is action on either side of us. One man, half of a couple, stays upstairs, puttering in the kitchen. The Ginger Bear is to our right. He is working a rather large toy into his willing partner in the sling. To our left, the top is slowly opening up his bottom trying to make his very large hands fit. Ross gets in the sling as I open the j-lube, mixed in a tiny water bottle—so it can go along with the bottom for any other play. He braces his legs against the chains. I kneel and stick my tongue into his hole. My cock instantly erects. I tongue his hole until I can’t stand it—his moaning is so hot sounding. I stand up and my cock slides in. I am pretty sure I will be the only one using my dick tonight, but I know Ross wants any body part inside of him that I can give. I never have to wait long for Ross to get comfortable with my dick. I begin fucking him, hard, almost immediately. I love the sound of my thighs slapping into his ass cheeks. I pull out, kneel and eat his hole again. He pushes his rosebud, just slightly, towards me. His hole widens. My tongue pushes his insides back into place. I grease my hands as I savor his ass juices in my mouth. I stand and fuck again. Then, standing, I start with my left hand fingers. Two. Three. Four. Plus the thumb. All in quick succession. “Here you go…” My whole hand goes into him. Easily. Less is more in fisting. I do a slight turn of the imbedded hand to the left. Back again. And then right. Each movement sending shivers through Ross. I slowly twist my fist in place so I can slide my cock down my forearm. It goes easily past his ass lips and disappears from sight into my open hand in his ass. I fuck my hand—letting my cock slide between my second and third fingers. Ross groans—louder and with a shudder of sheer pleasure. So I pull my cock out and go into him again. This time the guys on our left are both watching. “My party trick,” I murmur and begin fucking into Ross and through my fingers that much harder… Soon it is all about alternate hands. Slowly and deliberately. In and all the way out. The Ginger Bear, on my right, has given up on his big hands with the guy in the sling. There is now a medium sized dildo attached to a fucking machine plowing into the eager man. GB is controlling the speed and depth. To my left I notice those big hands have finally been accommodated. The bottom is a verbal guy —loud and delirious with the sensations generated. I am moving to doubling up my hands in Ross. I have my left in—and four fingers of my right. We are so close—but I look at his face and he shakes his head. I ease back. Another day. After all he wants to experience other guys here tonight. We break. I go wash up. When I come back downstairs we all change up. Ross goes into the sling to our left and takes the big hands on that top easily. The Ginger Bear wants me to open up the guy he couldn’t get into. We roll the fucking machine out of the way and I grease up. I don’t bother getting my cock out, as I don’t want the conversation about if he wants it or not. My fingers go into his hole easily. Soon my entire left hand. The man is thrilled. His body gives off tremors that match his deep moans. It takes just a little longer for my bigger right hand to stretch him that last bit. It goes in and the man is wracked with a full body orgasm. We all stop when we are told supper is served. After dinner, I have a quick session with the very vocal man. He loves what I do—and lets the whole house know it… * This is a shorter than usual post—though in actual time, I was there way longer than a regular hookup. I think my problem when I abandoned it on Sunday was that it didn’t have the drive my posts usually do. After all, normally it is all about the orgasm driving the telling of the tale along. Not so with this one. I gave so many anal orgasms to men I can’t count them—but I didn’t shoot. And that was fine. Sometimes food with friends can be more important. So—it’s here—since this is my sex life, for better or worse… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fisting Party on Halloween Night (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 11, 2022 -
Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right after Halloween 2) On one of the couches is the short, Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party. He would fuck his girlfriend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow. My cock oozes. I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock. The Glory Hole area is completely dark. We go behind the partition. I can just make out a cluster of men. They are semi-circled around a plump young woman bent over a stool. Her Dom is holding on to her as men take turns fucking her. She is loud in her appreciation. The Dom keeps telling guys to rubber up. And they are. Including the short young man. Well, so much for that idea… We watch a large doughy man plow her. He hits the right spot and suddenly she is squirting—on the floor and on the guy’s legs. It’s hot to finally see female squirting in person. The man shoots in his latex sack and pulls out. A younger guy goes into her. The short guy is ready to go next. I watch, stroke a little, and wonder if anyone has a Magnum. The younger guy seemingly can’t find her spot. He shoots and leaves, clutching his baggie of cum. The short guy goes in and gives her a blistering fuck. He causes her to squirt twice. And it’s suddenly too much for her. She calls a time out and limps off, on the arm of her Dom, to the showers. The men disperse instantly. I wander and find the Cub where I started the evening—watching the bisexual porn. We don’t stay in the chair—we go to the table behind it. He lies on his back and lifts his legs. I kneel and am at the perfect height to eat his still damp hole. I eat. And fuck. The Cub groans. “I could shoot anytime now. You?” I try. I would really like to breed him. But the very act of trying makes the orgasm slip away for me. But two or three more strong thrusts into his hairy hole sends him off. He covers his hairy chest with ropes of cum. I bend down and lick some up. It’s delightfully sweet. He takes off, telling me to check my phone—he’s sent me his number. I wander. The crowd is thinning. I hear noises in the sauna as I check the movie area next to it. It is definitely fucking I’m hearing. I open the door. Two white men are spit roasting an older Black man. The guy in his mouth sits on the bench. The Black guy is bent over giving head—and taking a nice sized dick up his ass. He is being fucked hard enough that it pushes him forward and onto the cock in his mouth. The anal top sizes me up, never missing a stroke. “You want some of this hot ass?” “I’m looking to drop a load. You want it?” “He wants it, trust me.” The top pulls out, leaving the bottom’s ass lips gaping. I kneel and stick my tongue in him. The man pulls off the cock he’s sucking and begs for me to eat him out. He’s been busy. Fuck, how many men have shot in him and left? I swallow a dollop of cum and push some more back into him. “He’s a whore,” the top grunts. “Fuck those loads deeper—you’ve got the cock for it.” I stand up. This is just what I need. “Fuck me,” pleads the bottom. “I really love cum.” It’s music for my orgasmic ears. I push into his seriously filled ass. I love the squishy noises it makes as I fuck. “Breed him,” says the guy on the bench. “Knock him up.” I fuck a little harder. The sounds of the cum squishing in his ass fills the enclosed room. “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Fuck him harder,” from the top. “Breed him,” from the other guy. “Please…” moans the bottom. I look down and see my cock covered in cum. I push it back into him—and explode. I shoot over and over. Images of all the asses I’ve fucked tonight flash by my eyes as I unload spurt after spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 3: "Fuck Those Loads Deeper" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 6, 2022
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Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right where we left off from the previous post…) A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder. “You want another cock?” I bark out. Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is. “Fuck me!” I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…” I take my dick to Osvaldo’s mouth. I watch Orange Jock spit on his thick dick and push it against Osvaldo’s well used hole. The girth of his cock stretches the ass I was just plundering even more. Osvaldo stops sucking for a moment as he gets used to the size—and then begins sucking me like it’s the last cock he’ll ever have. Orange Jock is fucking him hard and fast. An occasional open palm lands on the bottom’s butt, making a sound that carries through the whole second floor. We attract an audience. The two cock suckers who did me earlier arrive and stroke. I make way for one to get some head. The other tries to crawl under Osvaldo to suck him. I move around to better see Orange Jock destroying Osvaldo’s hole. “Breed him.” Says the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth. “Naw—just got here.” He turns to me. “Let me see you fuck him again.” He pulls out abruptly. Osvaldo’s hole is left gaping. I kneel and tongue it. Orange Jock loves this. He pushes my face deeper into the wet, slippery mess of the puffy hole. I rim deeply. Stand up. And fuck. Every bit as hard as Orange Jock had moments ago. A new man arrives. A cute cub of a man. He kneads his cock through his towel. I pull out and Orange Jock goes back into Osvaldo. The cub walks up to me. He doesn’t reach for my cock. He pulls me to him and kisses me. He leads me to a dark corner behind the sling. The cub kneels and takes my ass juice covered cock into his mouth. I melt at his tongue work. “Come to my room,” I hear Orange Jock say to Osvaldo. He soon leads him away and the crowd disperses. We are alone in our corner. The Cub is giving me great head. Eventually he stands up and kisses me again—sharing the flavors on my dick. I go to my knees and pull away his towel. It’s a nice, bigger than regulation, cut cock. I suck it for a bit, then turn him around by the hips. He knows what I want. He grabs the chains on the sling and juts his ass out—right into my face. I butt munch on his very hairy hole for a long time. “You want my cock?” “Fuck me, daddy…” I don’t need more invitation. I stand up, rub more spit on my cock and press into the hole I’ve left dripping. The Cub groans and pushes back to meet me. He ass grinds and squeezes my dick as each inch penetrates. Fuck, I love men with talent. The temperature of our fuck sky rockets as I slowly give him every inch of my rigid shaft. “Damn, I knew you’d feel good in me…” I grunt my enjoyment and begin a nice introductory fuck. But soon I build to a blistering in and out. The Cub hangs onto the chains and takes every stroke… * “That was hot—but I want to get on all fours.” The Cub is taking me downstairs to the communal room where mattresses are strewn around the floor. Neither of us bother to cover ourselves. Our hard cocks sway as we walk. The room has five mattresses on the floor—but only one is in use by a straight couple in the far corner. We take the opposite corner. He goes right to all fours. Now I can really eat him out. I love how wet he is from the fuck. He groans and pushes back to meet my tongue. He rolls over onto his back. We kiss. Long and with very active tongues. I go back to ass eating, holding his legs in the air. It’s uncomfortable, so I suggest he sit on my face. He does, sitting that hairy hole right onto my probing tongue. He strokes himself, making the most erotic sounds. It’s time to fuck. He rolls to all fours again. I sink into him. I love the squish sound my cock makes in all the saliva I have left in him. I plow him with long deliberate strokes. It is a wonderfully connected fuck. We even turn down a third party as we are so into each other. I finally need a breather. He lovingly cleans my cock. We kiss again. He pulls a phone from his sock and takes my name and number. The Cub gets up, kisses me, then says we’ll meet up in a bit and goes off for refreshments laid out in the lobby. I go upstairs. On one of the couches is the short Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party. He would fuck his girl friend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick. He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area. He gets up and goes, nodding to me. I follow. My cock oozes. I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 2: "I Want It On All Fours" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 4, 2022
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Grand Rapids—October, 2021 On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme. My leather served as my costume. I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening. The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended. I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me… I am upstairs. Watching bisexual porn. I am sitting in a large overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station. There is a raised platform behind me where couples have been fucking—so far all men. I have stroked to the porn and the sex. More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and given me head after his fuck. One time, a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me. But right now, I am just fisting my very wet dick. A tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me. I recognize him from the walk to my locker. He was fucking a very loud woman in the downstairs play area. And here he is…his eyes riveted to my cock. “Fuck, you’re big.” I smile and remove my hand to show him all of it. My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum. “Can I suck it?” I nod. He bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit. His tongue is wet and warm. He realizes he can’t take all of me this way, so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs. It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in very often. But he gives me excellent head. His tongue work is hot and varied. The amount of suction is good, but he can’t take me deep. He chokes each time he tries. He finally shakes his head and comes up for air. “Do guys really take that thing in their ass?” “Sure.” “I’d like to see that.” “Check in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.” It’s his turn to grin. When he stands, I see that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear. “I’ll look for you…” He ambles off. I get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling. This is a much more private area. Almost instantly I have a white man of my age on his knees and sucking my cock. Another comes over. I suck him as he waits his turn to go down on me. The guys switch. I am expecting they will want to fuck, but no. They, too, amble off in search of a new person to share. I stroke. “Daddy, you shouldn’t have to do that.” A young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side. He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight. His smile is infectious. He kneels and gives me the best head of the night so far. He pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating. “But this dick needs my ass.” Without waiting for me to respond, he is on his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick. He slides down me. Easily. He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly. “You feel so good, Papi, so good!” My hands reach around and work his nipples. He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock. When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels around to clean me up. He licks my cock hungrily. Finally he reaches for my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear: “This boy loves the taste of his own ass. Am I a bad boy, Papi?” I tell him no. “What is your name? I am Osvaldo.” I tell him mine. “Fuck me again, please. I like it rough.” He bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting out. I get up and go around. I fall to my knees and bury my face in his ass. This provokes a monologue: “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your boi out…” On and on. He is juicy. I can see why he said he loves the taste of his hole. So do I. It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than by me tonight, and maybe even loaded. I dig my tongue in deeper. I force myself to stop. I stand up and slide into him again. Osvaldo croons as I fuck. This time I am in control of the speed and the depth. I look up. It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave me head. He watches. Then he comes around to my side so he can really see me plow into the hot, wet hole. I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him. “Damn…” Osvaldo loves an audience. He asks if the other man wants his mouth. The guy doesn’t move. He is fascinated by my very white cock splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo. I pick up the speed again. I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just once with a resounding whack. “You want a turn?” I ask my observer. He thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away. “But I do,” says another voice behind me. A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder. “You want another cock?” I bark out. Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is. “Fuck me!” I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…” To be continued. The original was posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2022
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Moments at the Motel
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—October, 2021 Jay, my host in Palm Springs, was going to be in Chicago during the third week of October. He wondered if I wanted to come spend Friday and Saturday with him. I said yes. (As it turned out, I could only stay one night, as I had to return for an unscheduled meeting, as I am still working occasionally.) Jay had also contacted a couple we both knew from the piss party hosted in town. I had played with them a number of times there and during IML. One was total top, one was versatile. It took me forever to get to the north side. I have found Chicago now has traffic jams at all sorts of different times of day. Maybe it’s that people are now working more irregular hours. But I made it and checked in before Jay arrived. I set up the room while he was busy in the bathroom. I turned down the play bed and put my suitcase on the one I’d be sleeping on. I had not brought the sling and it was a good thing—it would barely have fit, the room was so tight. I had, at Jay’s request, brought the rimseat. Jay had packed some toys. All was set up by 8pm. Jay asked me to slide into his ass to make sure the playing field was clean. It was. I fucked him rather lazily and pulled out of him, just as there was a knock on the door… Steve and Ray greet us and waste no time in stripping down. I have not seen either for five or six years—but they are much the same, just slightly greyer. (Aren’t we all?!) Steve, the top, is shorter, with a nice cock. Ray, the versatile, is taller. He’s filled out a little more. Both are around my age, maybe younger, though I think they look older. Jay is on all fours on the bed. He demands to be fucked. Steve ignores him, walks around and sticks his hardening cock into Jay’s mouth. I go to my knees in front of Ray. I work valiantly to get him hard. One moment he is rampant, then not so much. I turn towards the bed. The fucking has started. Jay is bucking back onto Steve. His mouth is spewing a constant stream of gutter talk. I go over and shove my cock into it to keep him a little quieter. Ray has moved over to the bed, stroking his dick, now fully hard as he watches his partner plow. Steve pulls out. Ray sinks into Jay’s open hole. I move and let Steve get his cock cleaned by Jay. I move behind Ray. My cock is moving up and down his ass crack as he fucks, my arms around his chest working his nipples. Soon it is my time to go back up Jay. I hold his head down on Ray’s dick. If he wants to be used roughly, as he keeps moaning, I am happy to comply. I grab his hair and pull him from Ray’s dick to Steve’s and back again. My cock impales him over and over… * I am sitting, taking a break, and watching the other bed. Jay is working a long, slender dildo up Ray—all while Steve fucks him. Jay is attacking Ray’s ass rather hard. Ray backs off the toy and gets up from the bed. I stand and lead him to the rimseat. I murmur something about soothing his battered hole and crawl under. Before the seat comes down, I see Steve now using the toy on Jay. Ray sits. I get busy eating out his abused hole. Ray groans and takes a massive hit of poppers. His mouth starts running now, too. He wants my tongue in him. Deep. To eat him out. To get him ready for my cock. I grease up my dick with my free hand, in case he decides to ride me. And just in time. Ray stands and, in one swift movement, sits himself down on my hard cock. He pauses for poppers, than bounces on my dick like a man possessed. Steve turns and watches. Jay moves off the bed and in front of Steve to suck him. Steve ignores Jay, but his eyes never leave his partner impaling himself on my dick… * Steve and I are taking our last rotation on Jay. Ray has tapped out. He sits and watches us use him, kneading his half hard dick. Steve plows Jay, who is back on all fours. He takes it, moaning to us all how good it is. I take over on his hole. Jay eagerly laps at Steve’s ass flavored cock. He grunts out his pleasure. “Fuck, I think…” Steve is sure he’s about to shoot. I pull out and let him push deep into Jay one last time… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Moments at the Motel (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2021 -
A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Sunday started very late for us. Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home. There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something similar. So here they are. (For those you will have to see the original post--see the info below.) The afternoon I went off to a pool party thrown by the couple I know the least—but who I had played with for years at Chicago Water Buddies. They swore that there would be no sex at this gathering. There were a dozen of us arrived. At various times in the pool, one of the guest couples had made it their mission to get everyone’s cock in both of their mouths. And they were successful. I just tried to stay out of the sun while they shared me. In the spirit of the Wet N Hot weekend, piss was shared as they all went through the beer and water on the hot day. (112, I believe.) I am proud to say I got the piss load of the man I found the hottest—though he told his partner he was sure he couldn’t feed me. But once he started—he couldn’t stop—and loved it. Another convert! When I got home I looked again at the scrap of paper I’d found in my sock as I undressed last night. It merely said Johnny and a phone number. I sent a text—saying I had found this number in my sock. Instantly I got a picture back. Well, well. It was the cute young man who sucked me as he sat on the rimseat very early in the evening. He was headed to see family after he checked out of the gay resort, but wondered if I could meet on Monday morning. I said yes and we agreed on 10:00am. “Just send me home with an ass full of cum…” And that’s the post for tomorrow… The original post, with pictures of the set-up, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 27, 2021
