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Little did I imagine when I agreed to do a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, barebacking, and the consequences. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a class assignment. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight faux-leather short-shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and black work boots. “My, sweetie, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The word stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label yet). But when I looked in the mirror, I saw a cute gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had couldn’t conceal in my very tight shorts. I’m sure Debra saw it, though she didn’t say anything. We grabbed an Uber to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. I felt embarrassed but also really turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, and my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, tight pants and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, with short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, looking at Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god – six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, dirty blond hair under a black studded biker cap. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall and he pinned my arms behind me with a powerful grip, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more as he pressed against my crotch. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy?” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort to push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, tracing the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we made out, I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Drummer found an empty room. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before him. I rubbed my face around Drummer’s crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar, and he held the attached leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manhood – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I held his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s dick and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of precum. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts, I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy cum. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of cum flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to loose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. I glanced back and saw it: a poison-symbol tattoo just above his crotch. I knew what it meant. I was scared and thought of backing out. But something inside me held me right there. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my tight anus, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused to open a tube of lubricant. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big poz cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” “Sir, maybe you could use a condom,” I suggested in a meek voice. “No one here uses rubbers, boy. Real men don’t cover themselves. You wanna quit now?” I looked at Debra, who said nothing. I, too, said nothing. I didn't move. Drummer laughed. “I didn’t think so. We both know this is what you want. This is what you need. In fact, you’re gonna beg me for it.” I had lost all power to resist. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there, but I didn’t care. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s cock inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” he coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust, I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff cock. Suddenly, with an odd but exquisite rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, the warmth and fullness radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many pleasurable sensations as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I always thought you were gay, sweetie. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked: Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one, in a strange, lisping voice. “Use my ass, sir, use it like a cunt. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot toxic cum shooting into the rubber deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. I knew we had just engaged in risky sex but I didn’t care. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. A few minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather strap around his cock and balls; the other was a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Both also had the poison tattoo on their lower abdomen. Daddy took my leash and ordered me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manhood deep into my throat, gagging me repeatedly. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I ran my dainty hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s bare cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock strap with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress, too. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of cum inside me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth, some cum running down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling jelly legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. He held my leash and pulled my head up until we made eye contact in the mirror. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. My butthole resisted and I felt a sharp, stabbing pain. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot?” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick cock against my anus while using his right hand to pump my dick. Again I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, masculine men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to slide forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-slut. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. “You want my toxic load, princess?” he asked. I was too far beyond caring about the risks to stop. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I need you to breed me.” Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping sometimes against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third top of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. Only Drummer was left. He sat beside me on the floor, unclipping the leash and then removing the dog collar. That’s when it finally sunk in. I had let three HIV-positive men cum inside me. Of course, I wasn’t on PrEP, since I hadn’t expected anything like this. “Oh, god,” I said quietly. “What have I done? It felt so good that I wasn’t thinking.” I began to cry. Drummer put his arm around me and held me close. He told me I should get tested and assured me that there were lots of medications. Then he asked me if I had ever done anything that gave me so much pleasure. “No, nothing even close,” I replied. I thanked them for the best night of my life. He smiled. “Then I expect you back again tomorrow next night to continue your education.” “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I will put you in the sling and you’ll learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust. But I knew my place. “Yes, sir,” I answered.
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IML 2023: Toy Play & The Horse Market
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night. I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares. But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town. He was fine with me not wanting to use my dick. He’d bring toys and I had my hands. He arrived before the motel filled up the rest of the way for the weekend. He brought with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to protect the bed and carpet. We started with him on all fours. I used all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands. Then we took a break. He flipped to his back and we did it all again. An almost two-hour session. Somehow with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play. But it was a great way for me to have some action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night. And it’s always good to see Evan… Chicago—May, 2023 After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm. It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side. It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in. But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago. I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April. There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past. We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. PIC (Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture. I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.) It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing. It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables. I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier. I stripped down and added my chaps and harness. (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes. I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock. And we waited. Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in. We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood. We were let in… It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you. I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us. All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback. It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man. I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air. I kneel and rim him. He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too. I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in. I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him. He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers. I fuck him slow—then hard. He thanks me and I move on. An ebony ass next. Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack. I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy. I have seen three guys use him already. I rim him. He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’ His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time. Finally, I fuck him. “Now that’s a cock,” he groans. He squeezes down on me. I sigh. I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours… * It's hot and airless in here now. I rather wish I had not worn my leather. I have fucked big bears in slings. And one on the bench. I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them. Back and forth we went in their holes. There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it. I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings. One is a bear. He seems to be a load magnet. Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed. He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him. I do. Again and again as the night wears on. The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling. He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it. I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top. The top explodes inside. I move around to felch. He begs me to snowball it to him. I do, drop by drop. He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock. I fuck him again—and promise I will be back. * It is late. I go to the sling with the bear. I have decided I want to load him. He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him. But he gone. The sling is empty. I go to the young man. He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening. The first guy, on round two, loses it. He cums. The other guy drives into the slippery mess. I stand to the side—waiting and stroking. They leave. I go to my knees and begin to felch. “You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans. “Feed them to me?” I make myself stand up. I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz. No dripping into his open mouth this time. Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths. He groans. I feel his hard cock press against my own. I go back and eat a little more. We repeat the kiss. We are both damned hungry for each other. I need to breed. I slip into him. I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside. I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck. And I’m there. I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him. I bend to kiss him again. We hold like that for a long time. My dick will not go down. “Let me clean it,” he murmurs. I go down and felch my own load for a moment. I share it with the otter. He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. “You are still really hard. Fuck me.” I do. And I actually can give him a second load! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Toy Play (and an Update) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 5, 2023 And Here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 6, 2023 -
Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last post.) I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat. He tells me has never been on one. He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one. He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick. I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen. When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement. I fuck a few asses. Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s. His black hairy is thick and curly. His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble. We smile at each other as we fuck. We pull out of our bottoms at the same time. He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock. I do the same for him. He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling. We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock. Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us. I bend to lick them up. This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking. First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me. He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…” I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.” “Then let me just rim you…” He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me. The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him. But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle. I eventually find his hole and burrow in. He groans and thrusts back on my tongue. I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin. We move to the sling so I can do more. I am there a long time. A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck. I do stand, reluctantly, eventually. My cock grazes his hole. He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands. “Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling. He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck… * There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play. There are now many more men of color here. I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top. We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one. Back and forth. Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time. There is a cute young Black guy in the sling. He has been very busy. His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him. The Black Top and I go over. A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out. The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend. I look over at the petite man in the sling. I smile. He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole. The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly. He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this. You know he’s…” I nod. And tell him that I love what he has to offer. The Black Top takes a breather. I move into place at the sling. “Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy. He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile. I am going to really fill him up. But I want to eat him out first. His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him. I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock. He gasps and convulses. I don’t let up and he does it again. Only then do I slip inside him and fuck. The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him. I give him a really hard fuck. I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go… Finally, I stop. I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them. The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick. I let him suck to his heart’s content… * I find Zane around the food table. He wants to get fucked again. We head up to the mostly deserted top floor. “I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me. I love how he can keep going after he shoots. I get him in the sling and eat his ass. Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch. I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole. The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass. Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest. I mop it up and coat my dick with it. I fuck it into Zane. We both groan at how slick his ass has become. I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close. Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment. Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us. I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. I go down a flight. I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later. Always good to load one of the hosts, after all. There is a group of six on the bed. They are welcoming to another hard cock. The big Black Top from the basement is one of them. Once again, we start trading off on holes. A third top shoots in a hot Latino. “Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me. I move towards the loaded ass. “On the rimseat.” We both do as we’re told. I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me. His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth. My tongue darts into his hole. “It feels so good,” the guy above me croons. “Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top. My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat. Someone sits on me. I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino. He rides me expertly. And it’s all too much. The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot. Big and deep. The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 10, 2023
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Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off.) I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass. I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me. I go off, looking to see what else is happening. There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom. They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement. Both slings are busy. The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters. The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking. Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours. One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom. I stand and watch. A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours. I step up. He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next. I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest. I stand up and insert. Well, that makes him turn around. He groans out his pleasure. I fuck him rather hard and fast. The top to my left moves to another willing ass. I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40. He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him. We switch up again. It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there. I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started. He is fucking a younger blond. He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse. The house guest has a nice seven incher. I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine. “Will you fuck me now?” I nod. I have only seen him top all evening. We wait until one of the slings is free. I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups. He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation. I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole. Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone. I dig in. He groans. “Do you like those loads?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt. He responds by pushing a little. The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth. I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock. I stand up. “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time. “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.” This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster. My hand mops up some of his precum. I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick. The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck. I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant. I grin and ask if he wants a turn. The house guest is all about this. I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him. He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk. The new top gives him a rougher fuck. When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum. I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter. House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass. When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up. He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time… * I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs. Zane finds me on the staircase. He leads me upstairs. His smaller room is filled. We find room on the bed in the master bedroom. He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass. I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest. Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss. Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong. I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. “I have a load. Can you feel it?” Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great. When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock. When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat. “Who’s under first?” I ask. “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down. I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me. I jerk. A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock. I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone. There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked. I stand up. I want to reverse. But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat. I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face. We trade places. Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it. I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face. He strokes himself as I rim. I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock. I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does. Or even sucks it. I concentrate on Zane’s ass. He is groaning. Suddenly he stands up. “Let me ride you.” He moves around and sits on my cock. I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head. He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself. He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach. He is as surprised as I am. “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.” He gets off me, slowly. Savoring the departing inches in his butt. I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole.. (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.) The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 9, 2023
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Arriving on June 28 and staying until July 1, 2024 and looking to take all bareback loads while here. Contact me if interested.
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Jockstrap Party My boy and I have been having a lot of fun lately, very little of it safer fun. We hooked up with another couple a few weeks ago and had a blast playing raw. Jim and Dan are both a bit older than us, and both very vers. Jim has a sexy hairy chest and Dan is almost entirely hairless. Both of the guys fucked my boy raw and left big juicy loads in his ass. I was rawfucking Dan’s hairless hole at the same time as he bred my boy. They cradled my boy while I plowed their loads deeper into his hole before adding my own. We made a point to let the guys know we wanted to play together again. They invited us to a jockstrap party at a big warehouse bar on the outskirts of town. We went to work that morning, both me and my boy wearing sexy jockstraps under our slacks and dress shirts. The four of us met for a few courage drinks before heading to the warehouse. We stripped down to our jocks and shoes and checked our clothes before going into the main bar area. We had heard that things could get steamy there, and were more comfortable playing raw with friends than with strangers, so we tucked some single use lube packets into our socks and a few condoms. Dan said that might be a good idea as some of these guys were POZ and sometimes fucking happened at this kind of party. There must have been a hundred men there, some sweaty and rank, some squeaky clean. Jim and Dan knew a couple of the guys there and introduced us to some of their buddies. I assumed that they had all fucked around. They were nice, shook hands, groped crotches and butts, but were generally non-threatening. Jim went to the bar and brought back a stack of solo cups and a pitcher of beer. Dan pointed out a guy on the edge of their group named Sean. He told me he was a really hot top but to play safely with him… I assumed that meant he had some kind of bug or kink… Jim spilled some beer on my jock’s pouch while pouring me a cup. Of course, Sean made a bee line to me, knelt down and licked the beer, of course making my cock grow and stretch out the front of my jockstrap. Sean is pretty tall and beefy with a broad chest and massive nipples. He had on tall boots and a leather harness. He growled at me and smiled as he stood up thanking me for the free sip. As we stood drinking and chatting, Sean kept rubbing his crotch. I knew he must have had a big dick as his pouch kept filling more and more. Dan and Jim ran off to hang out with some friends on a private VIP roof deck, where I knew there would likely be some fucking action. We promised we’d head up soon. Sean leaned in and grasped me and my boy’s bare buttcheeks. He said into our ears, ‘Finally, I’ve got you guys alone!’ I laughed as we were hardly alone, there were at least fifty guys standing around. I knew he was flirting pretty heavily, but I figured we were safe in public. Plus, if we wanted to fool around, I remembered the condoms in my socks and thought how glad I was to have come prepared. I felt Sean’s hand getting closer to my crack, and I sort of whimpered, I guess. He grinned at me, then at my boy. He brought his hand to my boy’s mouth and inserted two fingers. My boy groaned and suckled them. This guy was clearly seducing both of us. Once his fingers were good and wet, Sean brought his hand back to my ass and started gently playing with my hole, sinking just his fingertips in, lubed with my boy’s spit. I must have thrown my head back, savoring the sensation of this stranger’s fingers teasing my hole, and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, Sean inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked hard and he slipped two more fingers in all the way to his thumb. I thought I was going to puke, and gagged as he pulled his hand away. I knew it was going to go directly to my boy’s ass, and that I’d helped prepare my boy’s hole for whatever was about to happen. We stood face-to-face for a bit Sean he was really playing with our asses. He might have had two fingers in me a few knuckles deep. The way my boy was bucking, I knew he was deeper in his hole. My boy is much more of a bottom than me, and much looser, so it was all sort of going fine. Sean released his grasp on my ass and situated himself behind my boy, with my boy facing me. My boy was practically panting and shoved his tongue down my throat. He grasped my jaw with both hands and leaned into me. With his face in mine, I couldn’t see with my eyes what Sean was doing, so I let me hands wander. I put my hands around my boy’s slim waist and felt him grooving. He was driving his crotch into mine, but also his ass into Sean’s crotch. I slipped my hand into Sean’s jockstrap and felt a hefty drooling cock with a thick cold metal cockring at its base. My boy kept moaning as he felt that fabric-clad shaft grinding into his buttcrack. I pulled away from my boy. I tried to whisper into his ear that he was about to get fucked. With the booming music in the bar, I had to repeat myself, ‘If you don’t want to get fucked right here on the dancefloor, you should pull off!’ He might have misheard me and he just nodded. Then he shouted back into my year, ‘YES! Pull it out!’ I realized he thought I was asking if he wanted Sean’s raw dick as his hole. I chuckled knowing that he was hungry for to get fucked like a slut in the middle of the bar. My boy’s eyes pleaded, so I freed Sean’s dick from his jockstrap. I jerked his massive thick tool a few times smearing his precum all over his shaft. Sean kept grooving, but had contorted my boy so he was sort of squating with his ass stuck out for better access. I’m not naïve and my boy wasn’t acting like he wanted Sean to stop. I raised my ankle up and got out a condom and some lube from my sock. With my boy leaning against me for support, I tore open the condom wrapper and tried to lower it on to Sean’s throbbing cock head. He was shimmying around so I couldn’t quite land it. He lurched forward and the condom fell out of my hand and onto the floor. He lurched forward again a few times as I got another condom out and unwrapped. My boy was pushing back against Sean, groaning deeply, as I was busy trying to get a condom on Sean. When my hands were where I thought his dick was, I realized it was too late for a condom. Sean had slid his bare cock all the way into my boy’s ass. I told my boy, ‘He’s in you raw. Is that ok?’ My boy nodded and wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me hard. He clenched his eyes shut and let Sean use his ass. I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Dan back from whatever mischief they’d gotten into upstairs. I leaned back so he could say something in my ear. ‘Good thing you brought those condoms. Sean usually only fucks raw… and he shoots toxic loads.’ He pointed to the wrapper on the floor. I just nodded, knowing that Sean was about to breed my boy. Sean started grunting and plowing my boy’s ass faster and harder. My poor boy nearly lost his balance. Dan helped support my boy as Sean moaned, spewing his toxic spunk into my boy’s ass. Sean pulled back, his cock falling out of my boy’s guts with a wet plop. Dan realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and moaned as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s cock and swallowed it all the way. Jim showed back up and saw my boy leaning on my and his boyfriend blowing Sean. I spread my boy’s cheeks and Jim saw how opened and wet it was. He shrugged and also knelt, tonguing the POZ seed off and out of my boy’s ass. There must have been ten guys in a tight circle around us. A few guys were jerking their cocks and one stepped up to me asking, ‘Your boy takes loads? Can I breed him next?’ I nodded and my boy opened his eyes grinning. He said to me, ‘It’s going to be a long night…’
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Piss Party Trio
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—July, 2023 I had loved my play with the man I christened Tall Guy With Tats at the IML piss party. As July rolled around, TGWT sent me a text. We had both missed the June event as it had been shifted from the usual second Saturday of the month. He now wanted more—Did I? I sure did. We both agreed we’d be at the July group. I got into the city in good time and even managed to find free parking. I began to tank up on water as I sat in my car. Just before 5pm, I went into the bar. I stripped to the jock I am destroying for my Canadian Friend and the boots I save for piss events. As I checked my bag, I noted that the sling was up again—but had moved from the front into the back corner where I was used to seeing it. I bantered a little with the cute coat check otter before I went to refill my water bottle from the huge cooler on the bar… I keep tanking up, watching the piss porn on the back wall and chatting with men I know or ones I recognize from May. “There you are,” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s Tall Guy With Tats, looking as hot as ever. He is ten to fifteen years younger than I, and at least an inch taller. We chat for a moment, but are soon behind one of the screens with him on his knees and my hard cock in his mouth. A man watches him suck—and thoughtfully pisses on my cock as TGWT continues to take my now wetter cock deep into his throat. For all my hydrating, I don’t have any of my own piss for him. Yet. We separate and play with others. A series of men go to their knees. Most are hoping for piss along with the cocksucking. Even when my bladder finally fills, I save it for TGWT. I find him—but he is busy with an incredibly handsome ginger. I watch him suck the guy until the man next to me, a hot Latino, goes to his knees and begins to do the same to me. Soon, I have my guy up on the bench and am rimming his ass. I stand and use the piss I was saving to coat his ass crack. He groans out his pleasure and I go back to my knees and lick it all up. “Fuck me.” His hole has opened dramatically from my tongue and his desire to get fucked. I stand up and sink into him. I look over and TGWT has turned the ginger around and is rimming his hot ass. I make a note that I need to be there during the next three hours. I fuck the Latino. He begs for some piss up his ass. I give him a quick squirt and keep on fucking. We finally take our fuck to the sling. As the Latino groans loudly, men surround us. I urge them to piss on us. One man, with a long stream, does just that—sending it onto the Latino’s chest and uncut cock. It drips down onto my dick—making it harder—as I continue to fuck. “I want to be next,” whispers TGWT in my ear. He and the ginger have joined the group around us. I keep fucking for a bit—and then take a break. TGWT introduces me to the ginger. He is ripped, without going overboard and has a bubble butt of an ass that I can’t stop looking at. We have a quick session of each of us taking turns on our knees, sucking the other two. Finally, TGWT gets in the wet sling. I spend a long time rimming his hole. Ginger Built moves closer. He sprays down TGWT’s jock. The pale stream comes cascading down the ass crack and right onto my tongue. I push some in and swallow the rest. “Now fuck him,” says Ginger Built as his stream peters out. “Fuck him hard.” I stand up. I slap my cock on the sopping wet jock pouch. I push it into TGWT. He groans and I begin the fuck. Another man tries to piss on us, but he can’t quite get it on either me or TGWT. It’s still hot to be occasionally splashed. I fuck. I pull out and eat his very wet hole. The man who wears his suit to this event is back. He joins the group and pushes his way to the front row, by the side of the sling. He bends down and whispers something to the man in the sling. “He wants to fill my ass with piss,” TGWT announces. I grin and give way. Mr. Suit, his hard cock hanging out of the fly, sticks it in the hole I have left gaping. He doesn’t move. I watch his face go from concentration to surprise to pleasure as he unleashes everything in his bladder. TGWT is groaning and hitting his poppers. It feels like forever until Mr. Suit steps back and pulls his cock out of TGWT. He shakes it, to get that final drop onto the lucky bottom. He grins at me and gives way. I go to my knees and rim the hole. I expect TGWT to push some of that piss into my mouth. He doesn’t. I stand up and go back in. His ass is so hot now from another man’s piss. I fuck, listening to the slosh with every stroke. Ginger Built moves closer. He aims a piss stream on my dick. I can’t help but fuck even more piss into the gaping hole… * I am behind the screens. A young Black otter in a baseball cap is attracting a lot of attention. He is kneeling on the wet floor. I watch him suck all the dicks of the men surrounding him. One man moves away. I step in. The Ballcap Otter leaves the dick he’s working on and slobbers down mine. He takes me to the root, easily. My cock is covered other men’s piss and two men’s ass juices. Ballcap Otter savors it—and then spits a huge quantity of deep throat spittle onto my balls—and licks that up, all the while making the sexiest grunts and groans. He stands up, giving his knees a break. “Fuck me?” he asks. He bends on the ledge, offering me his hot looking, beautifully sculpted butt. I kneel and dig in. There are tight black curls everywhere—on his ass cheeks, his chest and his legs. I stand up, leaving him wet and open. I enter and fuck. He groans and strokes his sizable cock. We fuck until he begs me to stop. “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock of every drop of ass jizz. I give him a piss chaser, straight down his throat, by way of thanks… * We are only 30 minutes from end time. I have fucked TGWT one more time in the sling, with Ginger Built hosing us down. We have become a trio, moving around from place to place together. I tell him, now that we are seated on the ledge, I have to finallh taste his ass. He looks at me and stands up. He leans on TGWT for support and arches his delicious looking cheeks towards me. I kneel and begin to rim. After a bit I piss his crack and dig in for more. Ginger Built pulls away, not because he’s done, but to kiss me. TGWT joins our kiss and our tongues are in and out of each other’s mouths, trading piss and spit. “You should let him fuck you,” TGWT tells GB. I watch him consider it. From previous mentions, it has sounded like his ass may be reserved for his boyfriend. A moment. Then: “Lots of lube, please.” He bends, again holding on to TGWT. I eat him out one more time. I can barely get his tight pucker to relax. I lube my cock as I tongue him. I stand. The head pops into him. I wait. I push. Just a little. He groans. I think I’m there. I push in the next inch. “Out! Please. You’re way too big.” I pull out. “You should shoot in me,” says TGWT. And I want to. He bends, holding onto the ledge we’ve been sitting on. I eat his used hole and fuck. Ginger Built stands and showers us with piss one more time. I’m there—and have a noisy orgasm deep inside Tall Guy With Tats. When I pull out, Ginger Built cleans my cock and shares it with TGWT. TGWT gives us a last hug and goes to dry off and get dressed. Ginger Built and I are standing face to face. “I really wanted it,” he whispers. I reach around and finger his ass. His hard cock, pressed against me, oozes. I finger his hole. “Yes,” he moans. I pull out for a second to lube my fingers. He turns so I have easier access. One finger, now two, go into him. I whisper into his ear. How good he tasted. How tight he felt on my cock. This makes him grind back onto my hand. I add a third finger. He is beating his meat like crazy. “I think,” I continue into his ear, “you wanted my cum up you.” “Yes…” he grunts out. “Does your boyfriend like to fuck in anonymous jizz deep inside you?” “FUCK!” That has done it. Ginger Built coats the floor with his cum. I pull out of him carefully. I go back to holding him as his breathing calms. Only then do I get to clean up the stray cum left on his cock. Delicious… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Piss Party Trio (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 9 2023 -
I have a local buddy who just wrote an in-depth review of the latest 2024 edition of Darklands fetish and kink event in Antwerp, Belgium. When he described going to one of the event parties and standing on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, grabbing the rail and bending over and having tons of daddies coming up behind to breed and seed his hole, I started searching for flights to Belgium and next year’s event. Does anyone else have similar stories about the Darklands event? Here is the link to my buddy’s two-part review [think before following links] https://daily.squirt.org/leather-rubber-masters-subs-and-more-explore-the-first-part-of-darklands-2024/ -
Pride Week Orgy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—June, 2023 In early June, I got the email I had been hoping to receive. The house party, the one I have written about so often, was back on schedule. The host asked if I could bring the three main pieces from my playroom—as he was expecting a crowd. It was Pride weekend, so a number of guys got too busy, but I was very happy with the nine of us who showed up. I head upstairs. There are two rooms here—one with a bed and my fuck bench—and the other with the host’s sling hanging from the rafters and two rimseats (another rim pig had brought his, too!!) Six of us are in the bedroom. I walk over to Hot Tats, a man I usually see in Lansing playing with the couple I know there. I bend him over and begin eating his ass. To our left is a very big and hairy Daddy Bear. He is feasting on the ass of the youngest man here, an early 30’s, short guy—who is still in that first flush of twinkish cuteness. A former dancer, with the plump ass to prove it, is bent over to my right. His hole is being fingered by a girthy top I have played with many times (and fucked). He is eyeing the youngest hungrily, even as he lubes the Dancer’s butt. In the other room, which we can see across the landing, the Rimmer is feasting on Randy—the guy who once had a Twitter feed of himself riding massive toys. He’s back in the area—and hot for our cocks. I can’t stop eating out Hot Tats. He is moaning deep in the back of his throat. The twink is talking dirty—all about how all the daddies are going to fuck him tonight. The Dancer is panting. The intermingled sounds are all music to my dick—making it drip copiously. Daddy Bear stands up and sticks his short, but fat cock into the twink. “Fuck me raw, Daddy,” the kid moans. I stand up, too. I guide my dick into the familiar ass of Hot Tats. The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes down on me. When he releases, I know I’m good to start the fuck. I begin, moving slowly, at a nice warm up speed. The Girthy Top begins to fuck Dancer. We are all noisy fucks, both verbally and with all the sounds of wet lube, willing asses and pistoning cocks. Daddy Bear is the first to pull out of the twink’s butt. The kid swivels and cleans his cock. This makes Girthy Top stop fucking and move over to get up the young one next. I keep fucking Hot Tats, who is now kissing the Dancer. Daddy Bear, cleaned up, moves over to try out Dancer’s ass. Girthy Top has an incredible smile on his face as he fucks the young man. He is right where he wants to be, the old chicken hawk. Finally, I pull out of Hot Tats. He cleans me, loving the taste of his ass juices on my meat. Girthy Cock indicates I need to try out the twink. I go over and eat his hole. He groans and pounds on the mattress. I slide in. I am easily the biggest dick he’s had tonight. And will have. He is taking my slow easy fuck, but I don’t think he’s enjoying it. “I should tell you, I really prefer older daddies,” he grunts out. Well, I am just as old as the other two, possibly older. “I love their size.” Now I get it. He loves the girth on those two, but it’s not of their cocks he’s talking, but of that big, hairy belly grinding into him. Thin, whippet me, pulls out and I let Daddy Bear back into him. Daddy’s Boy ends up playing with just those two tops (who are thrilled) all night. I am more than happy to eat the juicy hole of Dancer, before fucking him as hard as I know how… * I am standing between Randy’s spread legs. He’s still in the sling. Everyone but Dancer and Daddy’s Boy has been in him. I have waited for this moment. I want his hole really used. And it is—his ass is wet and slightly puffy. I kneel. Only now does my tongue get re-acquainted with his hole. He groans. I am so deep inside him. I spit and slobber into him. I stand and slide in. It’s worth the wait. I fuck him slow and easy. He squeezes me any time I slow way down. I speed it up. I am soon plowing into him, my hips slapping onto his wet, upturned ass. I slow. And stop. And eat him out again. I fuck him again. I stand to the side so Rimmer can fuck him, too. Rimmer quickly goes to his knees to watch me fuck him once more. I do three strokes into Randy and pull out so Rimmer can clean my cock. We do this for a long time—not one of us wants to stop. Rimmer spits on my shaft and guides it back into Randy. I fuck—and this time when I pull out, I push Rimmer’s face into the wet fuck hole. He moans and begins eating Randy out. I kneel beside him. Soon we are taking turns, each eating Randy and then kissing each other—a wet tongue cleaning of each other’s mouth. Rimmer can’t stop jerking as we share all the juices in his ass. He finally stands up, fucks him briefly and coats Randy’s guts with cum. He lets me clean his cock and lick the jizz out of Randy. I share some with him—but he’s spent, so the rest of the load in my mouth goes to Randy. I fuck him for a long time in the freshly lubed hole. “Let’s take it to the rimseat.” I settle down on the mat after I get Randy out of the sling. He sits on my face. I can go so much deeper into him now. He rides my tongue, groaning and huffing poppers. He rides my dick, too, to churn what load is left in his ass. He cleans my dick and then settles back onto my face…where my tongue catches the dripping cum… * It’s late. The host, small in stature and as pervy as the rest of us, comes upstairs to tell us the food is set out. Others troop down to get it. I eat out our host. “Fuck me as hard as you did Randy.” We are on the bed and he is on all fours. I stand up. “If I fuck you right now, I’ll cum.” “Do it.” And I do. I slip into his tight hole. Our size difference is striking. I fuck hard. Thinking more about my needs than his—which is just how he likes it. “Breed me!” I am so close. I pull out and eat his hole once more. That does it. I am now on the brink. I slip into him and fuck. Hard. Slapping his ass. “Fuck!” And I spew into him the load that has been building for three hours… The original, with a picture of Randy's hot ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pride Week Orgy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 13, 2023 -
Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) The porn guys are in the tent. And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere. The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions. Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees. While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy. He is mid 30’s and shirtless, but wearing shorts. He watches me get another man in the sling—someone rather large, so it takes a moment to get him settled comfortably. I rim and fuck—and the younger guy is wide eyed, watching every move I make. When the guy in the sling calls for a breather, I help him out. He gives me a huge bear hug and moves off to watch Jordi plow ass. I turn to the newcomer. “Do you want to get in?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I could.” I shrug and he turns and moves off to where Seamus is surrounded by men watching him fuck. I fuck another bearish man, who is more than happy to show off to the assembled crowd. And guess who’s back and watching… The bear thanks me and takes off. I turn once more to the shy one. He swallows hard and pushes his shorts down around his ankles. He is in a jock that contrasts beautifully with his deep skin tone. I get him into the sling. His ass is wonderfully round and plump. I spread his cheeks and begin to rim. He gasps, unprepared for how good it feels. I have to make myself stop rimming and fuck—I could stay down there for easily twice as long. He has his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the crowd. My dick pushes against his wet hole. Here he is a total natural, his ass flowers open and takes me to the hilt in one easy move. I fuck him for a very long time. Bearded Hairy Cub comes back to work the man’s nipples as I continue to plow. Finally, he asks for a break. As I get him up, he says “I really loved your tongue. I don’t get that very often.” “You have a great ass to lick—maybe you should get on the rimseat.” I gesture to the set up next to me. But that is too much. He grabs his shorts and quickly disappears into the crowd. “I’d love to be on the chair,” BHC says. “Sure.” As we move to it, the man I started with, who had a load up his butt, comes back. “Can I join?” I tell them I want one on my dick and one on my face. And to switch if they feel like it. The once loaded guy sits on my dick the moment I lie down. He is already riding me enthusiastically as BHC sits down on the seat. He gasps as my tongue goes so deep into him. I can hear him jerking his sizeable dick. I lick and spit and drill into the hairy ass above me. Suddenly, they both stand up. The short man sits on my face, his ass dripping. BHC takes my dick for the first time. “Fuck!” he groans. “That’s a lot of cock…” But he takes it. He is soon riding me as energetically as the other man. I think that the guy on my face has gotten another load since he was last with me. Something sweet and salty is certainly seeping out of him and down my throat. I poke my tongue repeatedly into his puffy ass lips, hoping for more. We break. I fuck BCH for the first time in the sling. I love watching his face as he takes me—going from apprehensive to full out bliss. In the next two hours, he comes back for more regularly… * The way my sling is situated, I can watch the entire room. I have seen Eden fuck a number of men on the picnic table. He’s back there now. A hot Latin looking man puts Eden on his back and fucks him. I have just gotten a bear out of my sling—and I want the contrast of going from big and hirsute to that small, slim man. I go over, as he is putting his leather cap back on. “Would you like to try out my sling?” He would. He jumps up into it. Ankles in stirrups and I am on my knees, feasting on his freshly fucked hole. I hear him groan. He has a hole that keeps me there for a long time. I actually stop lubing myself up and don’t touch my dick as I continue to eat him out. But suddenly that switch goes off in my head. I need to fuck. I need to sink my cock into his ass. I stand. My engorged dick lies on his cock and balls—it looks massive on his slight, slender body. I push in, slowly. Eden flowers open. I sink into him. Pause. And fuck. Slow and rhythmic. He is now pushing himself onto me, to meet each stroke. He moans and babbles a little, lost in lust. It’s a wonderful fuck…but I also know he needs to get back to the others in the crowd. I slow down, pull out and bend to clean up his hole of all his leaking ass jizz with my tongue… * A good-looking man, maybe 20 years younger than I, has been my main meal companion. In conversation, he let me know he has never been in a sling. I had told him every gay man owed it to himself to try it out at least once—on either or both sides of it. And here he is, watching me fuck a big bear. I finish up, help the bear out and turn to my meal companion. “Ready?” He is. He gets in, with more ease than I expect. He likes the roominess of my wider leather sling. He likes the support. How supported his legs feel. He really likes the feeling of my tongue in his spread ass. Soon enough my cock is inching its way into him. His face becomes a mask of pleasure with his eyes open, but I don’t think he is seeing me. He is lost in the heat of cock and ass. I fuck him a little harder—and then slow down to a steady, long dicking. He comes back to reality and grins…totally won over… * I have a momentary lull. I go find Seamus. He is on his knees sucking two great dicks belonging to two full dressed men. I wait and watch. When the guys move on, I ask if he wants a fuck. He does. I have wanted this man back in my sling from the moment we met in the Professor’s bedroom a few years ago. And here he is, deftly getting his own ankles into the stirrups with no help from me. I kneel and feast on his well-used butt. He has been shooting content all day and is now fucking and getting fucked here. I wish I had his energy, I think, as I tongue his now slightly puffy ass lips. He strokes his big cock as I lick and spit into him. I stand and sink into him. I can’t stop smiling as we fuck. He jerks his big dick, but never forgets to milk my cock. I know this is where I want to drop my load. But not yet. There is too much more to do. I slowly stop and tell him to find me later if he wants to sit on the rimseat. I know he’s in demand. He goes off to man the sling across from me… * I have a second or even third time with many of the men I’ve already fucked. The man with the long beard and pale ass from the amateur shoot arrives back, now in full leather and carrying a glass of wine. His ass is just as responsive now as then—and creamier… * It’s getting late. The crowd is dwindling. As I’m helping a man out of the sling, Seamus is at my shoulder. “Hungry?” he asks. I am. We go to the rimseat. His hole is wide open and soon dripping with my spit and his ass jizz. I think I hear him happily sucking someone’s cock as I eat out this hole that has had such a workout this weekend. Suddenly he stands up. He moves to ride me. Not for long. Just few more strokes on my cock, and then he’s back on my face, knowing just what gets me off… * Ray announces that time is dwindling he has drawn the name of the man who will get a bukkake from the porn guys. Well, the guy is no longer here. He draws again. And once more. We have a winner—the short, hairy guy who was my first fuck. They get him into a sling of Ray’s and lower the back, so his head is waist high. The four of them surround his head and stroke and stroke. It’s not going to happen. It’s a lot to ask to make men shoot on cue who have been fucking for 2.5 hours straight. Ray decides all four will fuck him. Jordi, Ray, Eden, Seamus plow him hard. And repeat. Hard and fast. The recipient is loving this. I am roped in as his final fuck. We send him home very happy. But I still need to get off. I grab Seamus. “Want a load?” “Of course.” I get him in my sling. I lick his hole briefly. I taste the hole we both just fucked on his cock before I slide into Seamus. I fuck. For a moment I wonder if I can get off after all this myself, but then, suddenly I am there. The highlights of the night flash by me. I grab the top of the sling frame. I begin to spurt. The roar of my orgasm fills the tent… * I fucked for just over three hours. I realized my small bottle of lube, always in the waistband of my jock, was entirely empty. Now there’s a sign of a Great Night… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 3, 2023 If you need pictures of the pornsters who were there, that is this post: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Picture Bonus (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 5, 2023
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Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Saturday dawned bright and clear. Which was good, as it was a busy day. The pool was packed with day trippers here for the main event that night. The group of young content creators began filming up by the main party tent—on and around the heavy construction equipment used in the camp renovations. I kept tabs on their fucking as I made various trips to the tent with various pieces of my sling and rimseat. Ray had agreed with me—you can never have too many slings at a sex party. In the late afternoon, up in the dance club space, Ray held a demo about the right way to fuck. I felt fairly confident I knew something about that…but there are always tips to pick up, right? And likely some good eye candy. I expected Eden or Seamus to be the lucky bottom, but I was wrong. Ray had picked a young volunteer from the crowd at the pool. He was likely just 30, tall, and with an innocent looking face. Ray used a sling and talked a good deal about all the things I now find second nature: how to support the bottom as he gets into the sling, opening him slowly with tongue and/or fingers, a slow first penetration, using a variety of speeds and different angles on your thrusts during the fuck and direct eye contact. And then he did it all. Ray is super thick and the young guy was not ready for just how thick he was for about the first 30 seconds. But Ray did just what he’d talked about and slowly filled him up him—giving the guy a wonderful ride in front of about 50 men. At dinner, I volunteered to help set up the party tent with Ray. I had assembled my equipment after the demo, but I knew he had very particular ideas where things should be placed. He had asked the camp folk to hang some plastic dividers, to create some more private areas inside. Nothing was enclosed, but there was now a back nook in which to play not in full view. The picnic table went there. We ended up with six slings as Jordi Massive volunteered his as well. We put me in the corner opposite the back nook, with my sling at a diagonal so I could watch all the other action. The rimseat was to my left with its foam mat for comfort. I went to shower and change. It had been a hot day. The vacant room next to mine, now had someone in it. His door was open as I returned from the shower. He was naked, too, and lying on his bed. He got up as he saw me pass. He was mid 30’s and tall with a bushy beard and very hairy. Everywhere. A true cub. He was horned about play at the event. As I dressed, his cock kept plumping more and more. I knew he wanted to do something right now…but I really wanted to get to the start of the party on time. I told him to look for me there. I simply wore my now well used jock, getting grungier by the minute for my Canadian friend. And then boots and my wrist band. No chaps with the heat. I covered it all with my flight suit to walk up to the tent. I got there right at 8pm, the start time. I slipped off the flight suit and started in. I nodded to Ray’s assistant. He gave me a dirty grin and told me to have fun… There is a crowd outside the tent, but there are only a few of us inside. The porn guys are up at the lodge, due here, anytime. I hang out at my sling. Guys mingle, but seem shy. A short man, likely in his 50’s, with a knowing smile, approaches me. I have seen him around the pool. He is one of the few who has lost his clothes and is in just a jock. “Could I go for a ride in your sling?” “Absolutely.” The sound of the chains rattling acts as a signal to the other men in the tent, who clump around us to watch. I kneel and rim him—he groans. “I love your tongue,” he croons as he does some poppers. I work his hole open. His moans make the men around us start to jerk. I stand up and slap his jock pouch with my drooling dick. “Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd. “Fuck him good.” I slip into his wet hole. He takes me easily. I have one hand on the top bars of the sling frame and the other runs over his very furry chest, playing with his nipples. “Damn...” he moans and does another hit. “You fill a guy up.” I am starting with my usual long strokes—all the way in and almost all the way out. A guy to my side kneels to watch my cock split this guy in two. When he stands up, I realize it is the bearded hairy cub from back at the Annex. He gives me an appreciative nod while stroking his sizeable dick. I build into a blistering fuck of the hairy man in front of me. He groans and his cock slowly erects—peeking out of the side of his jock pouch. His hole is wonderfully silky. Finally, I pull out. A big load of cum, that was deep in his ass, comes with it. It splats on the floor and it make me dive back into his hole with my tongue, probing for more. “Clean my hole up,” the guy groans out. I do. And then I bring my dick up to his mouth for a cleaning by him. Bearded Hairy Cub looks like he wants to fuck. “Do you want his dick in you?” I ask, gesturing to my new friend. “I want anyone who wants me…” BHC steps up and the guy in the sling is treated to another fuck. At first, I keep my dick in the guy’s mouth, but it’s not a good angle for any of us. I go to the side and stroke to BHC’s fuck. When he pulls out, I clean his dick. He loves this, calling me a dirty [banned word]. He pulls me up and we kiss. And then he whispers, “I will be in that sling before the end of the night…” * I am the only full time top here right now. The porn guys are late. I rotate for any willing man to hop into the sling. I do a younger guy, then a man older than me. I turn to the next man in the ‘line’ that has formed to get fucked by me. It is the young man Ray fucked at the demo. “I liked what you said about rimming,” he tells me. (I had offered the observation that I didn’t like fingers much for opening a guy and so I used my tongue longer than many men.) “How it connects you to the guy.” “Let me show you,” I tell him as I get him comfortable in the stirrups. I kneel and pull his full ass cheeks apart even more. His ass lips are slightly puffy, making it even more attractive to me. I dive in. The thought that Ray’s cock has been here recently, make my cock harden even more. He is moaning and my new aide, BHC, is working on his nipples with his mouth. I stand to fuck, leaving his ass dripping with my saliva. I glide in easily—though the young man’s eyes widen as I bottom out. “Fuck, it’s my day for big dick,” he groans. I grin and begin to fuck. Again, BHC goes to his knees to watch me slip into him. Slowly at first, and ever increasing in tempo. Demo Guy is naked. His dick hardens a little more with each stroke. I am obviously hitting the right spots for him. He grabs his cock and begins jerking it. BHC stands up. He goes back to working the nipples. I continue to fuck. Harder now. Demo Guy stops stroking his hard cock. It bounces with each stroke I make. “Aw, fuck…” he groans. And, without touching himself, he begins to shoot. I am literally fucking the cum out of him. He spurts with each thrust of my cock. I lean down and lick up his load. The tall guy with the long beard and the hot, very white ass from the amateur porn shoot, is watching. “Put that cum in my ass!” I wipe up some more of it and smear it on my cock. I drool some from my mouth onto my dick, as well. I do this as Demo Guy is helped out of the sling by BHC and the tall guy gets in. I eat the new ass briefly and stand up. “His cum is on my cock,” I tell the tall guy. I slide into his hole. He groans. Loudly. I can pick up the pace much faster with him. He’s open and wet—and now slippery with another man’s load. “Fuck me hard.” I do. Harder and harder. Tall Guy howls out his pleasure. And it is at that moment the four porn guys enter the tent…and the party really begins… (Part two tomorrow!) The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: Ray's Demo--and the Main Event (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 2, 2023
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Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Friday was bright and cloudless. I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy. Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal. It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second. Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything. I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post. By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again. This time other content creators joined them. The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation. Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product. It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts: that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel. And all that damn editing… Ray’s assistant found me afterwards. He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot. Well, of course I would be happy to do that. It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge. I went down to the pool area early. I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID. It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. It looked like about a dozen of us were there. Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating. Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator. There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot. MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck. Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon. The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off. Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands. Total bottoms—there were two of those, too. Everyone else was versatile. We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table. We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots… “Let me eat your ass.” I touch Seamus’ arm. He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table. I pull apart his very white ass cheeks. Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole. He groans as I lick and spit. I am hard. I really want to be back inside him. I stand up. My cock slaps his cheek. The camera is right there as I slide into him. Seamus murmurs something. I hold a second, then begin my first fuck. I know I can’t keep him long. Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass. My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard. He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white. I kneel and eat him out. He groans and begins begging for my dick. The table is the central location. No one is in the slings—at least yet. The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked. My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray. He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole. I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them. Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him. Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms. I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes. His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard. I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me… * The tops circle the table. We fuck for a bit and we change to another man. I have to wait a moment to get into Dane. Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there. Finally, his ass is free. I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks. He is super wet—a great natural luber. I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it. I enter him slower. He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily. I bottom out. His ass incredibly hot—literally. And wet. Is he loaded? I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him. I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper… * I have been in everyone who is bottoming. Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there. Or the total top. Or in Mason. Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use. And Ray is there right now. Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth. And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass. A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment. The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole. I go back to fucking full force. I am back up Long Beard. And he is really working for my load. This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it. But that’s still a short time to get me to cum. I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot. Ray pull’s out of Mason. He calls the end of the shoot. Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together… * I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom. But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2023 With the many posts about this weekend, I will try to post one every 24 hours. -
*all characters are 18 or older Inspired by pm from @swimslut and a very vivid dream last night. I hope you all enjoy: My name is Mark. Im an asshole. More on that later. I'm an elite level swimmer. I am the best at my university, and I nearly made the Olympic team two years ago. As a swimmer I've traveled the country winning nearly all my heats and gotten in most podiums. I've also had numerous encounters during these events. At least one was more fateful than the rest. You see, I'm HIV positive. I don't know who gave it to me, but it's opened up a huge new horizon for me. As someone that's tested regularly for drugs, I'm not taking meds. Even though the doc at the clinic told me I needed to due to how high my viral load is. It's only gone up in the last six months since my diagnosis. I dont know how many guys I've given it to. But I had one dream target. My little brother Jake is the golden child of the family. Not just with my parents, but my entire family. It's hard to live up to the standards my little brother set, but I've taken him down a significant peg... 30 days ago Text from Andy: Yo Mark. We're have a get together at our place tonight. You should come over. I found a hot lil slut that doesn't know he's a slut yet. I popped that freshly legal cherry last night. Attached was an image of the sexiest ass I've ever seen. I need to breed this one. Reply to Andy: goddamn dude. I'd love to have a go in that boipussy. But you don't want what I got and i sure as hell don't wanna ruin my connection to the best green in the state. Andy: I hear you. As long as I get him before you, I don't give a fuck what you have. This twink isn't local so its not like im going to fuck him again. He's just here for the state swim meet. I got a new batch of the good if you wanna try. I'll let you have him for free. Party starts at 4, he'll be here after 5. Me: I'm down. I'll be there after the meet. Gotta support the my lil bro. Andy: I didn't know you had any siblings. I'll see you after the meet then. Bring some swim gear. We got a big ass pool and there will be plenty of ass for you. Me: He's a golden child, so normally I wish I didn't have a sibling. I'll catch you tonight. I took a shower and headed out of town to meet my parents at the meet. After lunch with the folks, we head to the local community college to watch Jamie. I get bored and walk around while the girls are swimming and see a couple fan boys looking at me. Lust in their eyes. I walk over and make small talk. They are aware of who I am in the swim community and one keeps licking his fat dick sucking lips. All these fine assess in speedos got me hard and this one will do. "You know where the bathroom is?" I ask the one now staring at my bulge. "Um. It's over there." And points to the main bathroom area. There are tons of people and not enough room in the stall for both of us. "That's not what I want. Where's a private bathroom or area for...dark deeds." He gives me some directions hurriedly and is breathing heavily. "You 18?" "Yes, I am Mark. Two months ago." "Show me the bathroom. I wanna discuss your technique." He glances around and grabs my hand to guide me. We get to one of the office bathrooms and he locks the door. He quickly gets in his knees and fishes my fat member out. "Jesus it's bigger than I thought. It's so big in the speedos." "That's cause it's soft in those pics, it's only a semi right now. I gotta piss." He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. I take out my phone and record him drinking my piss. "If your good enough at giving me head, I'll fuck you raw tomorrow and share it on my private Twitter." "Deal! I thought that was your account I found." "Shut up slut." I force his head on my cock and begin to face fuck him. After a few minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation in my balls. I waited until the last moment and pulled my cock out of this lil twinks mouth and shot my load all over his face. First shot went into his left eye then his hair, cheek, and chin. I shoved my cock back in his mouth for the last twitch. He continued moaning and sucking on my rod. So I pulled my phone out and took a few more pics of his cum covered face. I began recording a live video for my private snapchat of this cum covered slut sucking my cock until I had to piss again. "Hold it all you filthy whore." I stopped mid stream, "show us what's in your mouth." He opens up revealing my piss in his mouth. "Swallow." As soon as he complies, I continue pissing on his face, then his hair, and on his speedo covered cock. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and quickly make my way back to the bleachers. On my way I note a very sexy ass in a size too small speedo jiggling in front of me down the hall. Very bubbly. Tight and fit thighs. A very feminine silhouette but clearly a male competitor from my old high school. I lick my lips and take note of his height to scope out my brother's teammate for a potential hookup for this week since I'll be home for break. This is one ass I wanna destroy and whore out even. He heads to the team area and I head up the bleachers and sit next to the parents. "What took you so long?" My dad asks. "I met some fanboys, so I had to encourage them." "Okay." My dad says. My mom continue to stare almost knowingly. I smirk and try to find that great ass across the pool from us. I gander at all the fit and sexy meat. I scan down the pool looking for the familiar green and yellow speedos. "How was Jake?" My dad asks. There they are. "Umm, I'm not sure." I inspect the team more throughly. "I didn't see him." "Really?" I find the ass pointing right at me. Bent over at the hips. Hands caressing the calves as the slide their way up the legs. God this slut is perfect. Look at that flexibility. Hands make their way up the thighs. He adjusts the back of the speedo making me bite my lip as my cock awakens. He begins to turn around towards the crowd. I devour up the lithe body presenting to the crowd. My dad continues, "He walked out right in front of you coming out of the hallway." I lock eyes finally with this perfect fuck meat. My perfect little brother. Jake. He waves at us. At the predator looking for a feast.
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The Horse Market at CLAW
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend. But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long. With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away. I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home. Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.” We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.) I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench. I got there early to see if he needed them. He didn’t. Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded. At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other. I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck. I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend. I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder. We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings. The Stallions chatted and joked together. I met two men I knew from Chicago. I filled up my water bottle. As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules. He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions. And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare. We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored. We just fit. It looked to me like there about 35 of us. Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place. We laughed together—nerves were showing. Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace… Naked, hooded men are everywhere. I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side. I find a full, hairy ass. I touch the man’s butt as I kneel. I tongue his ass crack making him moan. Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck. I grease myself as I eat him out. His hole has loosened under my tonguing. I stand and slide into him. He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute. “Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me. “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.” I turn and grin at him. It’s nice to actually see someone’s face. We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other. “You should try mine. Let’s switch.” He pulls out—so do I. I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event. The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit. Is he really so close already? He pulls out and takes a break. I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more… * I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings. Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt. I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight. No one has touched him yet. I go over to him. I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees. My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks. “Fuck, get we wet and ready…” I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. I stand and fuck him. He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. I fuck and fuck. Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt. “Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug… * And so it goes. I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck. I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare. I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass. Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal. But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room. I find a diminutive Asian in a sling. He’s been busy. We are about an hour into the event. His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once. His small frame is muscled and sleek. He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him. I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him. He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock. A Black man comes to watch me fuck. We nod to each other. He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock. “You should fuck this guy,” I tell him. “Oh, I have. You’re fucking in my load.” I grin. And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk. I fuck some more, and then he spells me. The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing. “You should open some holes for me,” says the top. I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so. A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch. We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench. And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table. The mares all love our pairing. A young man of color is on a fuck bench. I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first. It’s too much for his hole. The young man taps out, leaving with a handler. I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways… * I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by. I go back to him and eat some of the load. I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum. He does. I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his. I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening. For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten… * Another sling, another man getting a load. He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass. I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot. My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek. He blindly turns and licks at my cock. “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head. The guy in his asscunt moves away. I kneel and get another mouthful of cum. I stand and feed it to the cub. He groans his approval. I slide in and churn. His ass is great—even without the load. Another man who can really use it well. I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session… * I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass. I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room. I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. I am ready to load. I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone. I look for the Cub. He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench. Well, damn. I find the man bent over on the table. He’d be perfect. We fuck for a long time. I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge. But I’m trying too hard. I thank him and wander. There is a man I have fucked repeatedly. A big hairy bear on all fours. He’s been very busy. I watch him get used by two men back to back. I jerk a little as they fuck him. I’m up him next. He’s super wet. So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight. “So, you’re back,” he grunts. (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.) I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in. In moments, I feel the build. My balls tighten and I shoot. I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm. I stay there a bit and finally pull out. I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off. I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck. He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock. I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock? His red hooded head nods yes. I let him clean me up. I’m not going down. I am actually still damn hard. He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men. “Stick it up my ass, man, please…” I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 11, 2023 -
CLAW: My First Horse Market
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths. I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening. I was going to my first Horse Market. In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. The arrival time was 6:00pm. The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity. As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck. (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!) We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes. I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots. (After all, it was a leather weekend!) My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back. The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play. (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally. CLAW rents it for the weekend.) There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against. We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares. There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares. The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours. Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area. They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another. One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type. They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play. Thank you! Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room. The Mares were being led to place and hooded. The tension amongst the Stallions was electric. Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace… There are men everywhere. Most are ass up. A buffet of butt cheeks. Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display: a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt. Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest. Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt. I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up. We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first. My hand caresses the hairy cheeks. I kneel and begin to rim him. I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue. My mare groans and thanks me. I rear up and slide into his hole. “Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out. But he takes me. Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole. Over and over. All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them. The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan. I love making eye contact with the other tops. One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking. I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion. This induces the other tops to move around, too. All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event. This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock. We fuck hard. We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole… * One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him. This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room. They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal. I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended. I have fucked all body types now. There is only one white hood in the entire room. I have seen only one man play with him so far. I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up. I let him feel the condom on me before I push in. He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels. I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him. The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too. Only then do I go and fuck the howler… * I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees. I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it. It’s my shortest fuck. I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks. Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment. Each hole willing and now all very wet… * The Stable Hands are being kept busy now. Mares need breaks. Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs. I find the hairy man—I started with again. He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass. I fuck him again. I tell him I was the first dick in him. He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut. * The crowd has started to thin. The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing. I find another hairy guy in the main sling. I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him. The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut. I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs. My tongue digs into him. I taste the mix of loads. “How many?” I ask. “Six, Sir…” I slide in. “Fuck!” I churn the loads and make them froth. Two guys stand on either side and watch me work. I pull out and make the pig clean my cock. Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth. “I need to come,” says one of the watchers. I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass. I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig. I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig. “How many now, boy?” “Nine, Sir.” I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth. I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide. He moans as the cum drips into his mouth. “I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him. I go down and eat him once more. I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls. I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole. I fuck him hard. And I’m there. I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking. He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest. The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads. He is led away, cum dripping down his legs. The room is almost clear. There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking. I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand. The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started. I walk over to him and stroke his ass. I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again. “Can you taste my loads?” I grunt an affirmative. My tongue snakes deeper. And damn, my cock wants to fuck again. I stand up and slide into him. I fuck in his slippery ass. One stroke, four strokes. Eight. And I shoot again. I can’t believe it. But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market… The origianl, with links to their site, is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: My First Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 29.2022 -
A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—December, 2022 I got the email. Finally! The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again. In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home. I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench. And then the snow started to fall. I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield. Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the highway and the suburban streets had not seen any kind of plow. I managed to park on a side street that was covered in snow. I had still managed to get there right at the start time. I clomped my way into his house, leaving all the equipment in the car. A dozen men were in the living room. The host told me to not bother with the stuff—to just strip down and have fun. I managed both—but I have to admit it took the first hour to really get my mind off the snow and onto the play. Hear are some of my best moments… Ten men ring the sling. Half kneeling/half standing. I am getting head by a series of men. First by a bigger bear. Then by the young boyfriend of the man standing next to me. Now the host. The men on their knees crawl from one hard cock to the next, sampling us all. There are also four men in the other room on the bed. We hear two asses being pummeled as our cocks are slicked up with spit. Soon enough, the young boyfriend is in the sling. His partner fucks him briefly, inviting all of us to take a turn. I need some time to get in tune with myself—so I let others go first. I am happy to watch—and to go to my knees each time another man pulls out of the ass on offer. I clean the assortment of dicks pulled out of the slinged hottie, enjoying the young man’s ass juices second hand. When the others have all fucked him and I am done slurping on the last cock, I crawl over and bury my face in the kid’s freshly fucked hole. He is a great self luber—I can’t stop licking his tasty juices. His partner is jacking himself harder and harder as I rim. Suddenly he reaches out and pushes my face into the ass in front of me. He holds me there. My cock reaches full hardness as I lick, barely able to breathe. He releases me, I pull back and pant for air—before I stand and give the kid the hardest fuck so far tonight. I pound him, making the chains groan. I love that the bottom’s partner is the one to clean my cock… * More guests have arrived. There are now likely 18 to 22 men in the house—and I only know a couple of them. I am on the bed watching a tall, thin man fuck while I get head from the same bottom. The top is half my age. Our cocks are incredibly similar—much to the pleasure of the man on all fours who has both of us. The top’s stamina is amazing—not in holding off from cumming (I have him beat there)—but in how long he can rail into an ass without getting remotely winded. He finally pulls out. The bottom spins—so he cleans the cock that just fucked him while I go into his ass, my cock covered in the guy’s spit. I fuck, deliberately slower than the other top. Long, deliberate strokes that make the bottom shudder. When I finally stop, he spins again. The young top slips into the puffy hole and gives him another blistering fuck… * The handsome, younger partner of the host, who I first met in October, pulls me aside. “I have a question for you,” he says softly. “What?” “You know I’m mostly top, right?” I nod. He looks away, turn back and says: “Will you eat my ass again?” Now I wish I had brought the rimseat inside. But we find a corner of the bed where he can kneel and I can work my tongue as deeply into his butt as I can get. He groans and keeps telling me how good it feels. I love his taste, the hair around his hole, and how it is blossoming open. I eat and spit and eat and lick. I pull his super hard cock back so I can swab the leaking head, collecting all of his precum on my tongue. He suddenly figures out that I am lubing his hole with his own juices. He lets out the most dick hardening noise I’ve ever heard. My tongue drills into him, again and again. At one point I stand up and slap my cock on his wet ass crack. I fuck the length of the cleft. I poke at his hole—wondering if he will tell me to go in. He doesn’t. He just moans. I, just as happily, go back to tongue fucking him… * Most of the guys have gone down for food. The young Tall Top is on the bed. He is drilling the guy who was the first one in the sling. He fucks him on all fours. On his side. On his back. I put my cock in the bottom’s mouth when the position allows it. Now the top is on his back. The bottom rides him, taking every inch of the big cock with ease. I watch and stroke. “Oh, fuck,” he groans as he bounces up and down. Suddenly, he sprays cum everywhere. He gets off quickly and runs to find his partner. The Tall Top lies there, surprised. And covered in semen. “Is there a towel?” he asks. I have a better idea. I lick up the spunk. Off his knee caps. Off his thighs. Off his balls. And I take his cock to the hilt. It is thinner and with the just the slightest curve that makes him easy to swallow. He grins in a happy daze and calls me a [banned word]… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 29, 2023 -
Keshawn Throws a Party
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Louisville—November, 2022 In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November. He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there. He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men. It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me. I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana. I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm… Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug. There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television. We nod to each other. I recognize him from the last gathering here. I strip down myself. In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive. One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group. He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party. We smile at each other as they strip down. Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me. In moments, the seven of us are naked. The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed. I am on the bed with the hot versatile. He is sucking the Top he arrived with. The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room. I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt. He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth. I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready. Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear. I hear it before I turn around to see it. The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole. I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group. The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill. He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass. It feels great as I glide in. Keshawn is on all fours. I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn. The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking. I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker. The next 30 minutes is a blur. Everyone changes partners every few minutes. Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking. I fuck the Latin guy. He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops. “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear. I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn. I sink to the floor to watch the fuck. The Latin is on all fours. Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in. The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum. It clings to Keshwan’s cock. I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips. Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing… * I am lying on the bed. Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole. When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move. It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck. He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute. “Fuck!” he groans. Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick. Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face. I am almost in overload. His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here. My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke. Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn. I look over to the other bed. The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin. I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load… * A new arrival has come in. He’s my age, good looking and versatile. Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him. I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass. His cock is big but not huge. I watch it fuck into my friend. I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt. Mike pulls out. “Lick me clean. I know you want it.” I do want it. I can’t get enough. He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass. “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.” I stay on my knees next to them. Not that there is any place I’d rather be. Mike pulls out again. I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass. He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack. He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt. In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me… * The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile. I do more felching and fucking. Mike is right there to watch. We kiss. I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile. It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin. Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts. The Latin begs off for a break. Mike goes back up Keshawn. “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side. I am right there—but with my tongue first. I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke. Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass. He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn. I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn. When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock. Now I have three asses to rotate through. I make them all kneel on the bed: Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side. I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses. Mike suddenly spasms. “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum. I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot. I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt. It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 18, 2022 -
Grand Rapids—October, 2022 I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass. I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October. We agreed on a time—and off I went. I paid my admission and went to find my locker. The place seemed busy, but not packed. I hoped that would mean men would be more playful. I ditched my clothes, leaving on a moderately stained jock and my combat boots. I was a half hour early, so I went to make a tour of the upstairs play areas. It hasn’t changed. The sling is hung at a horrible downward angle and too low (except for the shortest top you can imagine.) There is a dark corner nearby with a couch. There is a porn viewing area and a sauna. The gloryhole room is empty. The medical exam table is on the opposite side, along with another porn screen. I sat in the big porn area (with theatre seats) and stroked a little… “Hello, again…” It is a young Latin man, but not Osvaldo. He reaches for my cock—and grabs me tightly. Too tightly to be comfortable. I pry his fingers loose. I recognize him from the last time I was here. We’d fucked—and it was adequate. I explain I am waiting for someone. “Find me later,” he says as he goes off on the hunt. I put my now wilted cock away and go down to the lockers. And there is Osvaldo, just locking his up. We hug. “I am on the waiting list for a room,” he tells me. But we don’t wait. We go up to the medical exam table. I bend him over, so his chest is on the padded table top. His towel falls away. He has gained a little weight since our last meet, but it just makes his ass more voluptuous. I kneel and bury my face into his cheeks for the first of hundreds of times in the next few hours. He is wet, just from the thought of my cock. I burrow in. The sound of my spitting into his hole fills the concrete walled room. I need to fuck. I stand up and slide into him. He gasps. He’s been playing with some big toys—he takes me much easier than last time. I fuck him—long strokes. And slow. “Give it to me hard…” he moans. I do. Now it is the sound of my hips on his ample ass that fill the room. And draw spectators. They stroke openly or grope themselves through their towels. One man, my age, knows what we want. He comes over and feeds Osvaldo his cock. It’s only been ten minutes—and already the boy has what he craves—cock in both holes at the same time. Eventually, I offer the man Osvaldo’s ass. “Thanks, but I’m an oral guy,” he says, pulling out and wrapping his towel around his bigger than average cock. We fuck some more there, but no one else joins us. I pull out and go sit in a chair near the table. I spread my legs. “Taste your ass on my dick.” He’s right there, kneeling and cleaning my cock. His tongue works every inch. He suddenly stops, checking his phone, his constant companion. “I’ll be back,” he tells me. “Fuck someone else for a minute.” And is gone down the stairs. Instantly, the other Latin guy is there. Did he hear Osvaldo? He bends over the exam table. I eat him out and fuck him. But he’s one of those guys who tells me exactly how I need to do it. Too deep, too fast, too slow, etc. I make a mental note to avoid him in the future. I slap his ass, pull out and go downstairs. Osvaldo meets me—he has the room. It’s a double bed sized mattress on a wooden platform. He leads me there and firmly shuts the door. “Just us this time.” He tells me to lie down. He gives me head. He snaps away with his phone. This is why he wanted the room. He is taking pictures of his mouth wrapped around my dick. Or licking my boots. Or him sitting on my face, feeding me his wet hole. Now he gets close-ups of my cock sliding into him as he sits on me. He bounces hard—blissing out and finally forgetting to film. When his legs tire, I lean him chest to bed and eat his now super wet hole. I fuck—and kill the shot (the video I posted) by putting my knee up on the bed so I can fuck him deeper. My left hand finds the back of his neck. I hold him in place as I plow into him… * I open the door. A Latino Daddy is right there. He comes in and fucks for a bit. When he leaves, I eat the hole he’s just plowed and fuck Osvaldo until the next man arrives. A young otter clambers up on the bed and feeds Osvaldo as I fuck. He eventually fucks him, too. He says nothing, but I find that he has loaded Osvaldo’s ass. I felch it out. Another man enters and fucks. Yet another comes in as I’m fucking. His finger indicates that he wants my ass. When I say “no” he has no interest in staying. Even the bottom next door comes over to fuck Osvaldo. “It sounded so good through the wall,” he tells us, “I got super hard.” He has—and uses it on Oswado’s, now super wet, hole. We try another round upstairs. But we get no takers. We go into the glory hole room. No one. We go back to his room, and instantly have two more guys in with us. Each fucks him. No loads, but that’s just fine. I clean his ass up each time before fucking him as hard as I know how.. * It’s late. I need to go. The men at the door have slowed. I am getting tired. Osvaldo is on his back, legs in the air. I stand on the floor at the edge of the bed and slip into him, worrying that I have fucked too much to get off. But no. I give him three jets of cum. But it’s that rote emptying of my over-used balls—not the overpowering cum shot I love. I say good night. The moment I leave, a Latin daddy is back for more. He shuts the door behind him. I make one more round of the play area. A young man I recognize from somewhere is getting fucked on the couch near the sling. He is also sucking a third man’s cock. I watch his ass get loaded. The guy leaves. The young man does not move. I go over and sample the load dripping from his hole. My tongue finds it thick and creamy. My cock demands to fuck. I slip into him. The young man grunts around the cock in his mouth. I fuck a few swift strokes in the cummy hole. I am there. The full blown cum shot I needed. I give him back more cum than I ate from his hole…and tell him so as I pull out. He just keeps sucking the other man, his dripping ass up in the air for more… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Gets What He Needs at Cum-Union (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20,2022
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A Group of Six (No, Make That Seven)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—October, 2022 I got the word at the last minute. The host of the sex party I have written so often about on this site, was looking to start it up again, in a limited fashion. It was still to be in Grand Rapids, but in someone else’s home. He asked if I was available to attend—and if I could bring the sling and rimseat. Naturally, I said ‘yes.’ It was right in the middle of the month, when the weather was still warm. I packed the car and took off in the late afternoon. The trees along the highway were still a riot of reds and yellows. I found the new place easily, in a rather expensive looking neighborhood. The host, short and dark, helped me carry things in. The owner of the house was a good-looking man around my age. He had closely cropped hair and was rather tall and thin. He had not attended any of the groups where I had been in attendance. But he was eager. I got things set up just as the rest of the men arrived. I knew regular attendees Tim and Brad with their big thick cocks. A blond man, early fifties and thickly built, was a newbie to sex in groups. A regular fuck bud of the host’s, another man I didn’t know, was to arrive later. A small group—but a good way to get back at it again… “You all need to fuck me.” The Host jumps in the sling. I go to my knees and begin to suck on Brad’s thickening cock. Tim goes to the floor to suck mine. We all watch the Newbie grease up his dick and slide into the Host. I watch Newbie’s face. I can tell the moment the Host clamps down on his dick and begins to milk it. His eyes grow big and he begins to pant. He starts to fuck him, hard, as the Owner twists his nipples. The harder the twist—the harder he fucks into the host’s wet hole. The three of us regroup. Tim sucks his partner and I try to take Tim into my mouth without scraping my teeth on his thick dick. It has always been thick—but he’s been pumping it lately—and it is even thicker and more of a mouthful. I notice the Owner is now up the Host. Newbie stands by and returns the nipple stimulation. The Owner is fucking with an easy, purposeful stroke. It makes the man in the sling beg for it: “Fuck me harder,” he moans. And he does, making the chains rattle. The Owner pulls out. “He’s ready for the bigger dicks.” Tim goes first, that fat cock super-sizing his hole. Then I fuck him. And finally, Brad. The other men stand and stroke to our fucking the small man in the sling. “You should get in the sling,” Newbie says to the Owner. “I thought I was gonna top all afternoon,” he says, but he’s leaning against the sling frame and letting Newbie finger fuck his ass. I get him into the sling and let Newbie fuck him first. Then I do. Others have gone to the bed. Tim, on all fours, has his partner up his ass. The Host crawls under him to lick the long dick as it fucks into Tim. Soon the three of us at the sling, go over and join the men on the bed. I rim and fuck all three holes available to me, each juicier than the last. “Eat my ass like that,” says Newbie. He has come up behind me as I slide into the Owner’s hot butt, after licking his ass thoroughly. I keep fucking, but nod to Newbie. He moves to cradle me from behind and starts playing with my hole, sure I will let him in. I keep batting his probing finger away. The man I’m fucking asks for a break. I pull out and turn to Newbie. “I’ll rim you either in the sling or on the rimseat.” “I’ve never been in a sling…” We go over and I get him up and in the stirrups. I kneel and look at his pale, hairless ass. I pull apart the cheeks—and my tongue connects with his hole. “Fuck, yes…” he croons. I lick the crack a lot and then begin fucking him with my tongue. He jerks his cock. Faster and faster. The Host comes over and his mouth replaces the man’s hand. Newbie groans. Brad joins us, sticking his long dick in Newbie’s mouth. It’s too much. He yelps and begs us to stop or he’ll cum too soon… * We are 30 minutes into playing. We are all back on the bed…three tops, going from hole to hole. The friend of the host arrives. He strips down. The six of us are all 55 and up. The new man is a good 15 years younger. And very good looking. He comes, naked and built to the foot of bed. Every man in the room is all over him. He just stands there—letting six men fondle, suck and tongue him. He is all top. He samples all the available asses with his slightly above average endowment. While he fucks Tim, I line up behind him so his butt pushes against my tongue on his backstroke. He groans. “You have to really eat my ass out.” I let him finish his fuck. He comes right to me, the moment he pulls out of Tim. I help him into the sling. I rim. All the others ring him as he lays there, squirming. Hands and tongues are everywhere on his body. Nipples, mouth, cock, ass. Mr. Hot Looking is groaning, well whenever there isn’t a tongue or dick in his mouth. For a man who doesn’t get fucked, his hole is opening. Opening easily. My tongue is going deeper and deeper into him. He pants and twist his balls, pleading for the man on his cock to slow down. A phone goes off. Newbie has to leave. For what ever reason, other men follow his lead. Suddenly, I am alone with the Owner and the Host. And they are picking things up. I don’t think anyone has gotten off. I pack up and drive home, still needing relief… * (It was a good time—I just needed that last five minutes in somebody…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Group of Six (No, Make That Seven) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 12, 2022 -
From Trio to Quartet
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—August, 2022 I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight. The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy. We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn. This time, they wanted just me. I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week. Tim greeted me at the door. We hugged. He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad. (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.) We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat. They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks. I got down to a cleanish jock and boots…. Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees. He starts sucking tall, thin Brad. Brad’s cock instantly swells in size. I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest. Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit. His mouth engulfs me as I groan. Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick. Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock. I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft. When Tim stands, I move to his dick. Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever. “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim. He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us. I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad. Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned. He fucks Tim hard. I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out. I stand up and take a turn fucking. Just as hard. I love the sound of our flesh slapping together. Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out. I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim. We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy. Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.” This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds. In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it. “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.” Brad gets under the rimseat. I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time. Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock. I groan out encouragement. In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open. At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick. Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass. Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum. We reposition. I go under the seat. I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me. Eventually they reverse. I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine. He is groaning. There is a pounding on the front door. “Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim. It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing. And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs. He’s remembered the key code to their front door. The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces. Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare. I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues. The couple had been getting updates from his mother. The news is not inducive to a great fuck. When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs. All three of us rotate on his ass. First on the bed, then in the sling * Tim pulls me aside. “I want you to piss on me.” Another first. We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch. I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack. The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips. I lick it up. The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him. He wants both. He gets on his knees. A splash goes into his mouth. The rest cascades over his chest and cock. He strokes himself furiously as I cover him. The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one. He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs. About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm. Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass. I go over. Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock. He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass. There is a lot of cum in there. I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him. But Hot Tats is done. He goes down to shower. Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. This leaves Brad and I alone. And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here. The rimming. The piss….” I nod. “And now I really want you to fuck me.” I am slightly surprised. And, on the other hand, not at all. In groups he has been all top. Always. He has let my tongue invade him a few times. And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it. He gets up on the bed, on his back. I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out. The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him. I stand up and my head slips in. He hits the poppers. I inch into him. He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck. “You’d relax more in the sling.” He agrees. We move over to it. I eat him out again. I stand and get my cock head into him. I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery. Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him. He looks up in the mirror above him and pants. I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time. Eventually, Brad asks for a time out. At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home. He is up and stripped again in moments. Brad lies on the bed. “Breed my boy while I watch.” Tim is all smiles at this. We choose the fuck bench. I eat his ass as he strokes himself. I am so ready to explode. I fuck him. And the feeling immediately ebbs. I eat his hole again. Once again, I’m on the edge. I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes. I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time. I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time. I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2022 -
Ring Around Mark
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me. His response: “Sure!” We agreed to meet at 7pm. I wondered if anyone else would be there that night… I am undressing at my locker. Jock is left on. Boots are being laced and tied. Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around. I turn. It’s Mark. He sees me, too. He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room. I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him. Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face. He inhales deeply. A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard. He succeeds. My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side. He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth. At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens. A man sees us and comes over to watch. And stroke. His six incher is rock hard. It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man. Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself. His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. “Get his dick, too,” I murmur. I move Mark’s willing mouth over. The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung. He has a good seven incher. I move Mark to welcome him to the group. He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age. We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn. And reach for the balls of the guy next to us. Mark is now on a breathless rotation. He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again. Mark is rock hard. At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself. He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping. “Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher. “You can start,” I tell him. “Naw, I wanna see you do it.” I pull Mark up. He willingly bends. Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass. I finally stand up, but he is just too tight. “Let me,” says Six Incher. He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener. He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me. I slide in as easily as I did a week ago. My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass. Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark. He wanders off. The smallest guy watches. I think he’s going to shoot. I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does. He moves off to the showers. Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines. “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.” He leaves, too. Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me. “That never happens to me,” he sighs. “Thank you.” I thank him by licking his wet ass. * We go upstairs to the small TV room. “Can I rim you again?” he asks. I nod. “How do you want me?” “On your back with those long legs in the air…” We spend the next 15 minutes or so with Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. He tosses me a bottle of his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. He does, too. We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer. He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue… I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch. * We decide to separate—and see what we each might find. I play with a Black guy who gives good head. He does not want me to touch his drooling cock. I wander. I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher. SI waves at me through the glass door to come out. I join them. “Is he doing a good job?” “Hell, yes.” I sit next to Six Incher and stroke. Mark now splits his time between the two dicks. We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally. Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him. “He told me he ate your ass?” “Really well. Do you want him to do you?” “I want to see him do you!” I stand and bend into the chair. Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker. I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face. SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out. “Now fuck him.” We change places. My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face. He strokes to the live porn show. “I’m gonna shoot.” Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. “Drool some onto my cock.” Mark does. A creamy glob covers the top of my cock. “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher. “You are breeding him after all…” We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off. “Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest. Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out. It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load… * In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back: You Never Fucked Me The original on Blogspot is here: From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2022 -
Rural Georgia—June, 2022 That Sunday night, there was one final gathering at the small play space. It was to be hosted by RC and Dallas. It was called a cocksucking party, and there was some of that, but anal sex was on almost every man’s mind… I arrive at the cabin right on time—and there are men waiting. Ready and stroking. There are number of new men who are just here for the day. I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door. RC and Dallas arrive. Instantly men surround them. And then Ray walks in, his thick cock poking out of the side of his green jock. He sees me on the bench, pushing my clothes into the ‘no cum zone.’ He walks over and asks if I’d like to suck him. I stretch wide and try. Damn, I feel like I can’t cover my teeth so as not scrape to that thick cock head. I finally give up and send him to a guy who has given me great head all weekend. Ethan, the hot assed Asian, who is in the cabin across from my tent, comes over and sucks me. He is on all fours as I sit there, so I can’t take my eyes off his ass. This afternoon, he was voted Best Ass in a contest by the pool—and I have to say he got my vote. He slurps away at my dick, then looks up. “Fuck me later?” I nod. I note that RC is alternating between giving head and receiving it. He moves a little slower now, as this extra busy weekend winds down. He is hard and focused on the men surrounding him. Dallas is in the corner getting his feet worshipped by the host of that dinner party I attended—just as he’d done my feet. Ethan grins and moves onto another dick. I get up and wander into the sling room. I watch Ray fucking an older man. I let two men take turns sucking on my cock. When I look back at Ray, he is now fucking Ethan, not in the sling, but braced against the wall. Both are groaning loudly. I wander to the room with the fuckbench. Dallas is there plowing a day-pass man. The guy is Black, tall and thin and likely 50. His hair is cropped close. And he is talking filth as Dallas fuck him. I notice a couple who has attended all the gatherings. The active one is a younger cub while his stroke-only partner is a big bear. The Bear whispers in my ear: “Fuck my boy. He’s wanted your dick all weekend.” Do I tell him I fucked him on Saturday night? Naw, I just nod. I bend the Cub over so he can hold on to the guy on the bench being fucked by Dallas. I eat him out briefly and fuck him hard. Dallas catches my eye and we fall into fucking in the same rhythm, our pelvises smacking the bare asses in front of us at the same time. All four of men are groaning at the sex—both the feel and the visual of it. The Bear strokes—in utter happiness as I use his boy… * I am fucking the tall thin Black guy in the main room as he holds onto one of the backs of the old pews. But my eyes are now focused on a young man, 30-ish, with shoulder length long hair and a beard that hasn’t been cut or trimmed since his puberty began. Ray is sucking his cock. I hear the hairy guy tell Ray he wants his ass. Ray hasn’t given it up (that I know of) all weekend. Hairy Guy takes Ray out of sight into the sling room. I look down at the guy I’m fucking. He heard it, too. We wind down our fuck as we both want to go into the sling room to watch. Ray is bent over, chest on the sling. Hairy Guy is fucking him with authority. There are half a dozen men stroking to the porn star taking dick. One of them is Ethan. I am right next to Hairy Guy. He slows. I go to my knees. He pulls out of Ray—and I suck his just above average cock clean of all Ray’s ass juices. I glance up. Hairy Guy’s eyes are wide. He tells me I should fuck Ray with my bigger dick. I eat Ray’s hole briefly. Hairy Guy already has his dick up Ethan. I stand up and sink in. HG has opened him perfectly for me. I have wanted to fuck Ray ever since I saw him in Dick Wadd’s Piss Break. I fuck his accommodating hole. It’s a good get-acquainted-with-my-cock fuck. But he’s bent low for tall me. Ray feels it, too. We move, so Ray can brace himself against the wall, ass jutted towards me. I slip back in. It’s perfect. The angle is just right. We fuck. Hard. His ass never stops milking me. His moans are music to my ears. And he calls me a ‘filthy fucker’ which makes me very proud… * I have just finished fucking Ethan’s beautiful butt. RC leads Dallas into the room. “You will love this dick,” he tells Dallas, gesturing to me. Dallas reminds him that he had me on Friday night. But we both want a re-match, now that he can relax. Dallas gets in the sling. RC works his nipples and watches me eat out Dallas’ ass. I enter him. Inch by Inch. “Give it to him,” mumbles RC. I bottom out, my pubes grinding into his muscle ass. Pause. And fuck. Slow and steady. Dallas jerks a bit—then stops and just enjoys the ride. I pick up speed. “I think he’s gonna breed him,” says someone in the room. And it’s true. I could. I try to push that thought away, but I can’t. I want to shoot in this hot man. And suddenly I am. Jizz spits out of my cock. I pause. I pull out and go to my knees. I eat some of my load. The tall, thin Black man goes in next, churning my cum. I stay on my knees and clean his dick of my jizz when he pulls out. While I shot—I didn’t have a full-on orgasm. I’m still hard. And want release. I slip into Dallas again. “You have some more for me?” he asks. In just a few more thrusts, I do. This time I collapse on his hot muscled chest. His thick arms hold me in place in a terrific bear hug… * And that was Fornication. I was packed and on the road home 30 minutes later. I meant to stay—but I knew it couldn’t get any better. I will be writing one more post to talk a little about some overall impressions and the seminars. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Sunday Group Finale (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 3, 2022
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Rural Georgia—June, 2022 (This picks up right where the last post left us…) David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants: I fuck him harder. And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by. He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock. I never pause in the fucking. David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking. I stop. “I want you on my rimseat.” “Hell, yes…” I get him out of the sling and lead the way. I get under. That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party. My tongue finds his hole. I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue. I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth. I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth. His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat. I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out. I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot. “You gotta feel this,” says David. He stands up. RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth. His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light. One hot ass is replaced with another. I have to work much harder to open up RC. He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight. RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue. Someone knocks my hand away from my dick. I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me. Is it David? You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure. Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat. I work my tongue harder. “That is so hot,” says a voice watching us. “You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.” I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs. He starts to suck me. I am in sensory overload. I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know. I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting. Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me. I need to stop before my jaw gets sore. Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. I hug RC. I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day. The sling there was so low. Could I get you in mine?” “Sure!” I help him into the stirrups. I kneel for a quick rim. I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock. After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick. A slow entry. I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass. “Yeah…” he moans. I bottom out and hold it in place. I pull out and start a slow thrust. We lock eyes. He strokes himself occasionally. I build the thrust speed. The sling frame groans. I slow down. I build again to a chain rattling fuck. I eat him out one more time. He is now quite wet. I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning. Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet. I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out. I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips. He is taking my entire length on each stroke. I slow. I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass. I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…” The midnight buffet can wait. Instead, I eat his hole again. I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him. My tongue pokes it deep. I tell him what I’ve done. He groans. I stand up and keep on fucking… * There are still a few stragglers left. A hairy cub finds me. He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat. I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting. He shoots all over himself as I fuck. He goes out for the food very happy. In the far sling there is tall man fucking. The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot. I go over. It’s David about to get the load. The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside. David tells him to fill him up. I stand and watch. Stroking. The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass. He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum. “Fuck me. Use that cum for lube.” I stand up. I insert. Fuck! His hole is awash. I begin a slow churn of the loads. A young guy taps me on the shoulder. “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?” I step aside. He pushes into David and cums almost immediately. He is happy to let me clean his cock. I share it with David in a wet kiss. “It’s my turn,” I tell him. I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter. I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left. I am there. I shoot. It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off. “Don’t pull out.” I have no intentions to go anywhere. I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock. He is instantly back to full erection. He looks up at me. We lock eyes. Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again… Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew. The original, and with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 30, 2022
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Rural Georgia—June, 2022 It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event. I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party. I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar. Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar. Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side. Mine was against the stage at the back. We kept the cubes against the stage as well, handy to lean against to take cock. The rimseat was off to the side. I knew I wouldn’t use it until closer to the end of the evening. There had been a steady influx of men who were coming to the party tonight. The ticket acted as a day pass, so they could enjoy the pool, have dinner at the café, etc before it started at 9pm. I donned my boots and jock and wrist band at my tent. I didn’t bother with shorts and shirt to the short walk up to the clubhouse… The sexual energy in the room is palpable. Men are gathering—and it’s not quite start time. I lean against a cube and drink from my water bottle. The porn guys arrive—jocked and booted. They move back into the space. I can’t take my eyes off the man who has the cabin across from my tent. He is mid-30’s. Asian and nicely worked out without going overboard. We have flirted all day. He has sat on his veranda jerking to porn on his phone. Now I see his ass—it is perfectly shaped. He sees my dick, jutting to the side of the jock pouch. He wanders over. We actually introduce ourselves, (Ethan) before my tongue is deep in his ass as he leans against one of the cubes. Ethan groans. “Fuck me with your tongue…” I do. Over and over. Ethan notices that one of Ray’s slings are open, as mine is full. He leads me over and hops in. He gets his ankles in the stirrups before I can help him. “Now eat my ass again.” I go to my knees. He is opening easily. He squeezes down on my tongue—milking it as if it were my cock. I stand up, spit once more on my cock and slide in. No inching. Just a wonderfully steady glide home. Ethan’s eyes roll up and then come back to focus right on me. “Fuck, that’s a nice cock. Fuck me hard.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I begin fucking him. There are other men’s hands all over his chest and playing with his semi-hard uncut cock. I fuck into him, grinding my pubes against his smooth butt cheeks. Suddenly I pull out, kneel and go back to rimming his rather hairy ass crack. He is making ass jizz like crazy. I slurp it up. Ethan moans. I stand, spit some of his juices onto my cock and plow back into him… * The large man with the talented ass finds me. My sling is available. He loves how comfortable my wider sling is compared to others. We have a good ‘get re-acquainted’ fuck. He asks me to bring my ass flavored cock to the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me. I oblige. Repeatedly. When we take a break, Antonio, the hot Latin who was my first fuck of the weekend, wants to try my sling. He has been hanging out with some other Latin men most of the weekend and they crowd around to see my cock in action—the cock he’s obviously told them about. I eat his hole. It is open and wet—his ass lips slightly puffy, even this early in the night. He does love cock. I eat him out, enjoying his wetness. “You want my dick?” I ask, as I stand up. He just grins at the stupid question. I slide in and fuck. His friends work his nipples. A big bear of a man also steps up to watch and stroke. I nod to him. He seems to want in. “Do you want his cock, too?” Antonio nods, with an affirmative grunt. I step aside and the Bear, with a thick dick, slides in. “Damn, he’s wet,” grunts the Bear. He fucks Antonio harder. I kneel and watch his cock fuck into Antonio’s hot ass. The Bear pulls out. I lick him clean. He’s surprised—but pleased. It makes him fuck Antonio for a few more minutes. He pulls out again. “Lick my dick clean.” I do, stand up and fuck Antonio with my now, even harder, cock… * Reuben Foxx comes over while I am leaning against a cube, surveying the party in progress. Ray is in full top mode, working one of his slings. Dallas is at the other. David and RC seem to be working a man over in tandem as the guy leans against a cube. “Would you like to try my sling?” Reuben nods. In moments, I am kneeling and eating his ass, as he sighs. I stand up. I get into him a little easier this time—with my sling being higher. It’s a fun fuck. I love watching his face as he takes my dick. Reuben needs to go play with others. I lick his hole one more time before I help him out… * “I loved getting your piss.” It’s a hairy bear from Atlanta. I agree that that party, though short, was hot. My sling is busy now, so I suggest he lean against a block. I eat his really hairy hole. He groans and does poppers—which allows my tongue to sink even deeper into him. “Eat my sloppy mancunt.” Just as he says it, I get a huge dollop of some man’s cum on my tongue. I groan. When he realizes I love it, he squeezes and gives me some more. I lick it up and stand. My cock finds it’s way through the mass of fur and fucks into his hole. “Shit, you’re big—the perfect size,” he croons. I fuck him hard. I want to churn what is left of the load inside him. “Deep,” he mumbles. “You are pushing his cum so deep…” I fuck harder—then pull out. I am rewarded by stray cum clinging to all that hair. I clean him up with my tongue and tell him to find me if he takes another load… * David emerges from the group of men. “Wanna fuck me?” I just laugh. And kiss him. He starts to lean against the cube, but I redirect him to my sling. I really want that ass to have been in there. I get him into the stirrups and kneel. His ass is damp. His hole is wet. But it’s all lube and ass jizz. My tongue knows the difference. I spit into him. “Now, fuck me,” he commands as I stand up. I sink into him. He feels great. I inch in—not because I have to, but I want him to beg me with those eyes of his. And he does. Only breaking our gaze as I bottom out deep inside him. I begin a slow pump. In and out. David grabs his cock and strokes along with me. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants: I fuck him harder. And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by. He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock. I never pause in the fucking. David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking. I stop. “I want you on my rimseat.” “Hell, yes…” I get him out of the sling and lead the way. I get under. That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party. My tongue finds his hole… (I will continue this next post….) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 29, 2022
